Aida Zabidi
I woke up this morning sweating, with my heart pounding in my ears, with your name on my lips. I woke with a slight sense of dread and intense sadness in my heart.

I did not know why, but I did.

It felt as if you had said something, but I could not recall those words, those wispy, half-formed words hovering at the edges of my consciousness with a vengeance. It felt like you were trying to tell me something but I could not understand. It felt like you were trying to reach out to me, and I to you, but as hard as I kept running, it felt like I could only manage to brush your fingertips.

For some reason, it felt like goodbye.
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