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dear stella,

nothing's the same without you.

i miss holding your hand as we walked down the street,

i miss waking up at four am with your lips against mine,

i miss arguing with you over a packet of sour patch kids because you just had to have them,

i miss slow dancing with you to rock music at three am,

i miss your constant smell of smoke but the minty taste of your lips,

but most of all,

i miss telling you that i love you.

love,
luke

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