18th December, 2008

I miss it.
I miss touching and flirting and being told I was beautiful everyday. He didn’t even have to say it out loud. It just radiated from him all the time- like he though I was a catch. Like I mattered. Like I was important. Like he was glad he didn’t have to live without me.
It’s not going to happen again, is it?

I miss it.

I miss touching and flirting and being told I was beautiful everyday. He didn’t even have to say it out loud. It just radiated from him all the time- like he though I was a catch. Like I mattered. Like I was important. Like he was glad he didn’t have to live without me.

It’s not going to happen again, is it?


 

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