It's thoughts of you that fill my mind when I lay myself down to sleep. Images of you and I holding hands, holding each other close. My hands caressing your smooth porcelain like skin, running my fingers through your hair, down your cheek and over your lips.
My eyes see past all your physical beauty. My eyes see things that others dont. I see so much in you, that even you dont. And as hard as it may seem, this is something I wish for you to see. In time I know you will. And I will be with you all throughout.
I miss the nights I'd spend by your side. Under the moonlight hand in hand. I miss just being with you. Being alive.
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