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How I always believed that we would see each other after you left me without a word.
How my heart always started to beat rapidly every time I thought I saw you.
How the faces of strangers in subways, cafes and parks resembled you.
How I was thinking about all the things I wanted to tell you when we would finally see each other
perhaps in a subway, perhaps in a cafe or perhaps in a park.

Back then, my nights were sleepless, my heart was filled with hope, my mind was always full.
Now, it’s been four years and time has concealed everything
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And now, you’re just a myth I had created.

—  We would meet again