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i miss you.

Him
I sit on my bed and think
I think about him
I think about me
I think about us and what we used to be.
I think about how he stole my heart and gave it back broken.
I miss him.
I miss his touch.
I miss his voice.
I miss the times we share.
I hate this.
I hate his choice.
His choice to leave me.
His choice to pick her.
I hate that we don’t talk
I hate that we don’t kiss.
I love him still.
I love him even if he abolished my being.
I love him even if he is kissing her.
I want him to be mine.
I want those butterflies.
I want to get dizzy when he kisses me.
But…I want him to be happy.
Even if that means I lose him forever.
So now I will just think about him.
Miss him to the point of pain.
Hate from a distance.
Love him always.



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