Old texts

Every now and then I meet a guy who texts like you. Seemingly. Every now and then I realize that there's no one like you. That's when I find myself scrolling through our old messages. Find myself still laughing about them, still feeling the flow, still loving our connection. That's when I realise how much I loved who I was when I was texting with you.

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