I used to send you photos I’ve taken of myself.
It was my way of connecting with you even when we’re not together.
I’ve been taking a few photos of myself lately and I’m now wishing I could send them to you.
I remember the last photo I sent you, which you didn’t respond to so I stopped.
I wish I knew why.
I wish I can still connect with you this way.
I wish you’d open my emails, see my photos, and smile -- thinking that it does makes me happy.
I wish you’d still let me make you happy this way.
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