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Tell Me

May 12, 2015
By RoseKiss16 BRONZE, Stockbridge, Georgia
RoseKiss16 BRONZE, Stockbridge, Georgia
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Don’t just tell me you miss me and want me back; tell me why.
Tell me that you tried to move on but every girl you tried you let go because you saw a little of me in her, and it wouldn’t be fair to her to stay with her if I was the reason.
Tell me you saw my favorite fruit on sale at the store and bought it for me but it sat in your refrigerator for three days before you realized that I wasn’t there to eat it.
Tell me your days are longer now that I’m not there at the end of them.
Tell me that on my birthday you quietly sang me happy birthday before you went to bed.
Tell me my favorite show was on, and even though you hated it, you watched it just to think of my reactions.
Tell me that sometimes, when it’s really quiet, you can still hear my laugh or the clicking of the keys on my laptop.
Tell me you love me.
Tell me that your heart is missing a piece since I left.
Tell me you understand that if you love something to let it go, but you don’t want to because you’re selfish.
Tell me that you want to kiss me all over and never let me go.
Tell me I am yours and you are mine and as much as I might deny it, I know it too.
Tell me that I was stupid and you were too.
Tell me that I am the only one for you and you won’t stop loving me until the day you die.
Tell me that you will continue to chase me until I give in and finally tell you, even though I thought I didn’t that I love you too.
That I missed you as much as you missed me.
That I still feel your arms encircle my waist from behind when I’m looking out the window.
That I sometimes wear that shirt you said made my eyes pop.
That I cook your favorite dinner without thinking about it.
That I play our song on those lonely nights when it’s raining and cold.
That sometimes I almost call you to hear your voice.
That I spray that cologne you left on one of your t-shirts and sleep with it to imagine that you’re there.
That I still go visit your little sister because she looked up to me.
That I dream of you when I’m stuck on the bus.
That I know you are my one and only and I won’t stop loving you till I die.



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