When they dissapear

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Every night at eleven o'clock. They disapear. No explanation. No reason. They just disapear. And when they leave my devilish thoughts fill the empty gaps along with the music thay allows me to brighten these thoughts ever so slightly. What do I do when these thoughts come along with this music?

I look around. I search my devices for any sort of grace of her. The one that fixes my problems whenever she's around. I know when I've found something when a cheeky smile spreads across my face that I can't hold in. A little laugh that reminds me of the time we had recently that makes me sure that I have a reason to keep going. Makes me know I have someone to go to that makes me a new person, a better person.

Every morning for 5 days a week i sit around awaiting for her to arrive. I know I've found her when my heart skips a beat and I get a little skipin my feet when I walk. When my sins get lifted off my shoulders and I catch the ever so contagious smile she has. For a month I've been doing this. For a month I've been hating 3.30pm as it's when I leave her at her house with her friends so that they can take her into their care and keep her going for another day. So that I may just meet her again the next day. That I may experience the happiest moments in my life with the person that cures me of every scar I've endured and makes the disgusting thoughts get replaced with a memory of us which I will frame and treasure in my mind day after day.

Just thinking of going more than two days without her at all hurts me more than I would like to admit. I feel as though a broken heart cannot be fixed but a broken mind may be mended by a broken heart which has learned to fix others before themselves.

I've learned to treasure that heart for every second it spends mending your broken mind as it will not be here forever. Although i wish it was.

I love you
My everything.

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