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Monday, November 3, 2014


I miss it, when I sit on a comfy couch with book in my hand and I drown into my fantasy and escape the reality.
I miss it, when I stare at you blankly and all I can see is your sweet and honesty.
I miss it, when I walk across the beach bare footed and listening to the sound of the waves hitting the white sandy.
I miss it, when I involve you in our deeper conversation and listening to you fully,
I miss it, many things I realize I had been missing and longing that I forget to moving on with this life.

Now, I move on.

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