Poems. My storys into words.

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I miss you.
I miss the sneaking kisses, the holding hands.
how you put your hand on my thigh.
how you would hold me.
the way you ran your hand down my back and sides.
I loved how you knew just how to get me.
i loved the simple touches and the way you looked at me.
I loved the way you knew me.
and worst of all.
I still love you.