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Do not ask me for advice,
I am without my love.
Do not ask me how I live without. Ask me about the weather. For he is the beautiful storm, the cloud over my head, and why I pray for rain.
It is a troubled feeling, longing for someone. Losing them in the silence. I do not wish that for you.
Tell them you love them. The one who sneaks into your mind and kisses your thoughts. The one who makes your dying season bloom.
Forgive generously. Tell them you love them in a coffee shop. Tell them you fell in love with them walking through the streets at night.
It is what I would have done.
Please, do not ask me for my advice.
I am missing my love…
Asia~Blue
Letter to Whoever is missing a love
18th April 2023
West Village, New York
Wishful Thinking 
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