Missing you

November 4, 2011
By Anonymous

I miss you. I miss the way we used to talk, the sound of our laughter combined, and the smile on your face. I miss the way your hand would fit perfectly with mine. I miss being able to understand you. I miss being allowed to miss you…
You were my everything. As constant as the sunrises and as bright as sunshine you were my all. And… in more ways than not, you still are.

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