"I'm fine. Just lost in thought."
"Who were you thinking about?" She teased.
"No one," I changed the subject.
But I was thinking about someone, and how I was sorry, and how I missed them, and wanted their arms wrapped around me, and for us to fight about it, and sort it, and kiss it better, and for them to know how I'm feeling and that I'm sorry and sad.
I really do wear my heart on my face. It says it all.
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