You are his favourite voice in the morning.
He is the boy who embraces your mess and loves you for who you truly are.
He is the boy who understands your silence and listens to your unsaid words.
He is the boy who loves you like you are his Sun and the Moon.
But you let him go.
You look for his shade, for his reflection in every boy you meet.
But what's lost is lost.
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