was about you.
I didn't think you deserved anything more than "goodbye".
What happened between you and me was a long time ago, after all.
So I stopped writing you down on paper.
A ghost outlined in ink and pencil lead.
And you faded away into a blurry silhouette that reappeared only when I wanted you to.
When I was comfortable with your chalky presence.
When I was comfortable with your chalky presence.
I eventually forgot what color your eyes were, the sound of your voice.
Memories we created fell from my mind like hot candle wax.
I forgot you.
Then one day, everything about you, everything I suppressed and erased came rushing back,
almost as if you were standing right in front of me again.
You found a way to fill the transparency with solid lines and shadows.
And now I'm once again filling in the rest with ink and pencil lead.
And now I'm once again filling in the rest with ink and pencil lead.
this is amazing julia. you're an incredible writer.
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