It's been 211 days since the world ended and I miss you. I miss your laugh. I miss your smile. I even miss when you were mad at me and your face turned red and sometimes you exploded over the slightest thing. When I was late. When I forgot something. Or even when you forgot something and you were mad at yourself.
I wish I could go back and hold you and tell you not to be mad. I wish I could tell you it wasn't worth the time, that there was so little of it left, that we shouldn't waste it.
I can see the giants out on the streets. I can feel their thunderous footsteps.
It's been 211 days since the world ended and I miss you.
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