Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Sometimes I forget that I am not where they are

Occasionally on the bus, tram, train, shop or footpath I would see someone that looks like them and I get this compelling force of wanting to say "Hey, where have you been? I missed you."
But then I realize that this is all too good to be true.
Reality kicks in and I remember that they are across the globe.
I miss them dearly.

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