155. The Words He Never SaidRoman

Nova,

I write your name and stop. I write it again and let myself keep going.

Nova…

I don’t know when you became silence instead of sound. When saying your name out loud felt like tearing open something that had healed wrong. But today, I let it hurt. Tonight, I let it be honest.

Eight years is a long time to miss one person. Heaven knows how much I have missed you that I think that a part of my heart is already corroded by pain.

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