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A prose-poem by Soumya, a letter by a young man to win back his ex-wife, without using emojis, exclusively for Different Truths.
I don’t actively miss you. I lie I don’t constantly miss you, but you do pop up in my head once or twice a day, actually very often, especially when I am alone, having conversations with myself that I used to have with you. I have tried to substitute your presence with an entire list - people that take me to my happy places better than you ever could or maybe as well, or maybenotquite – yet I want those people to meld together and become you, so I can sit down with you once more and laugh. I don't actively miss you, but a random colour or shape sometimes takes me back to arguments I had on WhatsApp where we were closer, which I sometimes pretended was real. I remember when you shared insecurities and also told me immediately that you cannot be close to anyone I don't miss you all the time, but I do pay extra attention when your name comes up in a chat. The faux nonchalance with which I inquire after you is transparent enough to show the space you still hold in my heart and headspace That place which I try to pretend does not exist because I try to convince myself that I don't need you. Not anymore. But I lie And how could I I try not to miss you. I fail
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