Miss me

“So you want to be missed(?), he said. “By you, yes, of course.”, I replied.

See, when you’re invisible, like me, the only way to prove existence is the hole left in your absence.

I was a good girl and rarely opened my mouth unless spoken to. I survived on swallowed words and plastered smiles. In time, they forgot I existed…and so did I.

So look directly at me and tell me, in detail, what you see. I’ll know you mean it if you miss me when I’m gone.

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