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damasdamas:

I miss the little things. The unimportant text message. The call just for the heck of it. Just cause you miss me. The time we spent talking about nothing. The look you gave me. Like I was precious. Like I was making you happy. The little disagreements. About something really stupid. The hug and the hand holding. I miss the little things about us.

I miss that day in the rain. I miss the phone calls about our future. I miss the little affections. I miss the safe feeling I get everytime you hold me. I miss missing you. I miss saying it to you.

I don’t get to say it anymore. I don’t get to text you everytime I miss you. I don’t get to call anymore. I don’t get to do the things that I want to do for the sake of loving you.

And I’m left with all the I miss yous I could ever feel. But I can’t say it. Not anymore.

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