• einokes01001956 5w

    We only miss things when they are no more.

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    I once knew a friend he would pass me every morning. He wouldn't miss saying good morning and good afternoon. He wouldn't miss smiling at me every time exactly the same. I miss watching him smile back and say good morning. I saw him today neither moving neither smiling or crying or uttering a word neither living. I miss that I never replied not once nor smiled not once.