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I miss

I miss him
I miss the smell of his skin
I miss how he told me he loved me
I miss his blue eyes
I miss the stupid jokes and the stupid comments
I miss pushing him away
I miss him saying he loved me though we both knew it wasn't true
I miss his cocky smile that annoying smirk
I miss his look
The thing I miss most is the way my heart leaped for the sky when he said my name
I wish I could take it all back and have you here
I miss loving you



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