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Oh lately it's so quiet that the birds chirp at midnight and the subtle chime of your mind touching mine hallucinates wildly in my empty brain cavity, but nothing is the same. You have a life, and a love, and a passion; I have no reason to take your future away because of the past. Although you can never escape memories, my disappearance happens with a few clicks and a "have a nice life".

I don't dwell often, but I like to think we're still happy with each other in an alternate universe, where one of us dies young or major catastrophes separate us, or maybe we just had one date that went better or certain nights never existed, because then my regrets would only be shadowed by blatant insecurity as opposed to circumstantial ruination.

In short, I miss you and the light you bring, the daylight that has so enlightened me that I really don't want to let you go. Instead, old demons knock at my door, smiling politely in their crisp black suits and asking me to allow them in for a drink or two, they have a proposition for me.

They say the eternity I spend in hell could just disappear if I just swallow a little more sorrow from you, and the offer is tempting.