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It hurts how my mind keeps on projecting memories of you. My heart is tired of you but my head wants you. Maybe I missed you? My heart says no but my head says otherwise. I will never deny the fact that how your clinginess and your physical affection left me broken and hopeful at the same time.
I always sleep early, but ever since I met you, my love, I had to change my sleep schedule according to yours (that's the first proof of how much I loved you), because you're the kind of person who loves deep conversations so I gathered all my will to stay up with you just so I could listen to your rambles all night.
One of the very few days I fell asleep very early, you were frustrated because you were feeling all clingy and your (used to be) girl is asleep. Called me so many times, in hopes that maybe, maybe I will answer to one of your demanding calls.
But you already know what happened next
I didn't answer it.
"Why did you call me, sayang?" I said as I blatantly started the conversation.
You started chuckling, oh, a cute one, "I missed you. So. Bad." The last two words always get me.
You missed me.
It still breaks my heart how you actually missed me.
I missed you, your body, your hands, your hair, your scent, your eyes, your voice,
oh, I missed everything that's yours.
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of heartbreaks and royalty
Poetry"from his kisses to his goodbyes, i love him with all my heart." a collection of poems and short stories.
