Just imagine that sometimes, your vision turned from colour to black and white. That's what it's like when you leave. When you're next to me, that's when I can see the colour of the world. When you're gone, the colour fades to black.
And whoever said "parting is such sweet sorrow" was an idiot. What's sweet about it? You're going away from me. All I feel is sad that you're gone. I immediately start thinking of the future and when I will see you next. Even that makes me sad because it isn't right now.
Who knows when I will see you next. All I know is that it isn't soon enough.
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