seeing you through other people’s dreams

This was the picture she painted of you: a vision in white, happy and smiling, a little chubbier than you were when we last saw you.

And just like that I felt my eyes well up with tears.

I don’t know if I’m sad or if I just miss you terribly this very moment.

I know you’re right beside me, probably reading over my shoulder but what I would do to see your face and hug you right now.

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