I miss going to the music store, browsing through old CDs and movies. Not really getting anything. The trip to the park, where we'd walk under the hot sun and hold each other's hands like nothing else in the world matters. The moments where we'd take silly pictures of us together and laugh at every single one of them. Or when we used to try on pretty clothes in the fitting room where it took us ages to come out. Watching a movie. Even if its a bad one. Being on the phone for hours. Talking about the same old thing over and over again.
But now everything else seems redundant.
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