Prose: Wrong Timing

I may not talk to you. I may brush it off when someone I know mentions your name. However, deep down I miss you like hell.  It’s not when I’m just lonely.  It’s not just late at night.  It’s all day, every day. I care and always will. It was just wrong timing. It always is, isn’t it? I’ll meet you in another lifetime.

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