I miss the feeling I got when you held my hand, when you smiled at me when I was walking towards you. I miss that feeling I got when I said something and you looked at me like you were in love. Oh my, I miss the way you looked at me and how you held eye contact when we had nothing to say. And how you moved to see me when I was crying. Your hand was always so warm and comforting. But do not mistake this for missing you. I could never miss a monster.
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