sometimes
Miss someone
But you're not going to call him
Because , call him
The other party's cold "Hey"
It will make you not know what to say
It is better not to fight
Send a message
I'm afraid the other party won't reply to the message
Or it will be returned
It's short enough to be a heart-wrenching "Oh."
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Call
To a confidant you haven't met in a long time
Before, you didn't talk about anything
Now, just talk about the insignificant things
Wanted to call someone I loved the most
But what is good to say?
Miss someone
Would love to hear him
Wait until his voice is heard
Perhaps, it's another story
Everything imaginable
It's often better than reality
Miss the person
It is also more cute than in reality
Thoughts seem distant
Sometimes it feels very close
Can be on the other end of the phone
It seems to be very ethereal
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In fact
Not being in touch doesn't mean not missing
Sometimes I don't contact because I miss it
I don't know what to say because I miss it
In fact
Not contacting doesn't mean you don't miss it
It's just that each has its own life
Each has its own unspeakable helplessness
Fear of adding to the other person's troubles
Because I can't speak clearly, I don't bother to say it
So
Distance ≠ separation
No contact ≠ forget
Didn't get on the phone ≠ snubbed
Didn't meet ≠ didn't care
But I was still touched by those simple three words
I miss you