Thoughts of a Quiet Girl

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I miss you and the way your voice sounds.

I miss you and the way you laugh.

I miss you and the way you hold me.

I miss you and the way you kiss me.

I miss you and the way sweep your hair out of your eyes.

I miss you and the way your hands are always doing something.

I miss you and your awful jokes and weird sense of humour, that I seem to share.

I miss you and how you look at me.

I miss you and the way you smell.

I miss you and being able to curl up with you.

I miss you and your strange antics.

I miss you in every possible way to miss you.

I miss you and every little thing about you.

And one last thing, that you may have picked up on.

I miss you.