Sometimes I wish I could live in that city again but without you. Without sharing that apartment, without breathing the same air. I'd do it all over again without your head on my chest on that couch and that lingering face in the air.
Maybe someday again I will let go of it but I can't for now. Both the city and you and tied together in my mind.
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