i miss you.
i just wish i knew if you missed me.
sometimes i think i hear your voice when i'm listening to my ipod wandering these unknown streets.
i take my headphones off just long enough to realize, i was hearing things again.
hearing what i want to hear, and knowing you're so far away.
the truth is...
you're always here with me. and your voice is carried in the wind, to where ever i am from where ever you are.
and your footsteps are the raindrops on my jacket.
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