Day 6: Dear N,

We finished a conversation minutes ago. It seems unusual to find you whining at me about love and loss when I was the one who used to run and cry to you before. You knew exactly the path my tears will take. Your fingers knew where to go to stop them from falling.

I bet this is the only note I have written for you, and this is of no significance compared to your songs and poetry.

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