a four-page-long love letter

The distant view of the sun setting in the west outside my bedroom window always succesfully makes me think of you.
Seasons have changed; the darkness falls.
Nothing stays, but this feeling remains.
Last night, just like any other night, I stared at the four walls
And think of the unfinished plate of fried rice;
the cold tea
and how much I like your voice.
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"And she looked deep into you as you lay together, quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer."