All I want to do ...
All I can think about ...
... is beeing with her.
I want to talk to her, but I can't find the words.
I want do look at her, but I'm too afraid she could look back, directly in my tired eyes.
I want to cuddle with her, but I can't find the courage to only even take her hand.
I want to feel her, touch her, I want to be in her arms but I'm sitting next to her, ten inches apart. Silence between us.
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