It's like this constant elephant sitting right on your shoulders and you and only you can see and FEEL it. It's so heavy that it changes the way you speak and your ability to smell. Everything you see is a little cloudy, except for him of course. He's the clearest thing in the world. The only thing that makes sense, and the only problem is that he didn't get the memo. The note that we were supposed to be together. It's that simple. So now you're there...where? wherever. It doesn't matter, he goes everywhere with you in form of memories and heartache.

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