A passer-by who puffed smoke apologised to me on the road just now. I thought, wow, what a smoker this is.
My thoughts flew to this one guy who once coloured my world. He used to get me to hold my breath every time we walk past smokers. The guy, unfortunately, has left my world and as good as non-existent.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I do miss him. A tiny bit. But life goes on. I sighed.
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