It’s depressing how warm embraces become loose hugs. To find the hands that once brought warmth are now the hands that come with a cold touch. To hear that same voice you’ve listened to so many times before and find that its pitch doesn’t ring in your ears with the same familiarity. To look in the eyes that you once envisioned forever with, only to realize it feels as if you’re looking into the eyes of a stranger. 

It’s depressing how something that hasn’t really changed at all, could change so much.

Depressing. So very depressing.

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