I missed you,
So much that I painted
The memories of you
Maybe a little too bright;
That over the years
The line got blurred
Of what was you
And what I made of you.
Like the moon
You were never far away
And from a distant
I began to love you just as much.
I'd have lived through this life
And a hundred more,
With that kind of love.
But now,
As you sit beside me,
I see a stranger.
I see a person
I could no longer love.
If only we'd not crossed paths again.
I cried that day.
I mourned the end
Of my beautiful lie.
-Jumbin
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