Do I matter?
Written on November 18, 2008 by CincauHangus
Weeks and months has passed.
I miss our in car chats. I miss our usual talk sessions. I miss listening to you talk. I miss the way you used to talk to me. I miss our MSN personal message chat. I miss talking to you with no barriers between us.
I miss your smell, your happy smell. I miss touching your face, your smooth skin. I miss holding your hand, your soft hands. I miss your hand touching my neck, to be wanted again. I miss being happier in your arms, as it has never made me as happy as this.
I miss knowing you. I miss your attention. I miss you looking deep down into my eyes.
I still miss you.
There’s still a place for you in me. Keeping that place warm and comfy just for you.
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