i miss those late night texts,
those good morning texts,
the late night calls,
the emotional calls,
i miss our little talks,
our little walks,
our tearful cuddles,
when we help with each others muddles,
i miss looking into your eyes,
while the time just flies,
it just flies by,
without it all i wanna do is cry,
but i dont think i will,
eventhough i love you still.
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