I walk around this town, the one we both live in, the one that still separates us. Each footstep another reminder of you- your memory is infused in everything here. I know they will slowly fade, every day a little further into the past. I know too that you're everywhere here, in all the little things because you helped to form my first impressions of this place - showed me so much of it in two days, little moments, secret places. But I'm making them my places now. New experiences, all mine. Only mine.
Like the memories fading with the setting suns, so are you. You'll be gone soon and that will be okay. I will be okay.
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