After coming back to him—
I mean, to college—
he was constantly on my mind.
Restlessness followed me like a shadow.
For a whole month, I didn’t see him.
And those days felt… heavy.
Empty.
Everything seemed a little less bright.
A little more silent.
The only place I found peace was in my dreams—
Because in them,
he was still there.
Smiling.
Looking at me like he knew.
What is this?



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