There can only be so many
'One more thing to say'
but as long as I’m saying them;
There is one more thing,
I’d like to say,
Most importantly
I love you
and I miss you, already.
You’d become someone I looked forward to talking to,
smiling with, crying with if we had to.
Seems as though,
my heart gets attached and tangled like a web into someone like you;
So lovable, beautiful, enticingly ‘cravable’.
I don’t know what moment exactly God saw fit,
and gave you the courage to walk away from me;
from someone who loved you and wanted you so.
But if there is one more thing
I’d like to say, here it is
I love you,
and I miss you.
My heart cries;
my eyes weep,
And one more thing
I would like to say is that
I love you,
and I miss you.
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