Absent

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder” they said. Liars, absence makes the heart wonder and ponder and mourn and drown. Absence doesn’t help the heart, it only tortures it, and mocks it with memories of a scent, a smile, a laugh. All these hidden in things like strawberry cake, the shape of a cloud or the sound the wind makes when it whispers to the trees. Noah_arkenswagg

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