Do you ever compare him to others?
Do you find yourself happy or amused that no one lives up to the standards he made you set?
I do, more then just sometimes.
Do you ever miss his arms around you?
Do you ever miss the warmth of his body as he walked you to your class in winter?
I do, much more then sometimes.
Do you smile and ache at the memories of him?
Do you ever wince at old jokes you made together?
I do, more then just sometimes.
Do you miss the worry in his eyes when he knew you were in pain?
Do you miss the goofy things he used to do and say, trying to make you feel better between doses of Pamprin?
I do, much more then sometimes.
Do you ever wish me might love you again?
Do you ever regret making him think you didn't love him?
I do.
Always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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