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its the next hard week just beginning
I miss him a little...
a little too much...
I'll count the days, till I see the look in his eyes again, and this moment, I will know: he missed me too.
He missed kissing and laughing
He missed just sitting by each other
He missed just being quiet, looking at each other
He missed how I hold his hands when we're driving in the car
He missed me. My smile, my hands, my eyes, my hairs that he used to touch...
well... I would describe how much I miss him.
but I'm not able to tell, how much it hurts, how much I miss the look in his eyes, while he is catching a kiss, while he is laying beside me, just being there and listening...
I'm not able to...
boy: Why don't you want to be with me?
girl: I'm afraid to fall and to be hurt again...
boy: maybe this time it's different?
girl: why ?
boy: Inspite of the fact, that you will never fall again...if you fall, I will be there to catch you....
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