i miss
being loved
being wanted
being heldi miss
the warmth of hugs
the tingling of kisses
the feeling of lovei miss
having a reason
having a mission
having true feelingsi miss
feeling new
feeling alive
feeling neededi miss
i miss
i miss
i miss them.
not in the sense of "them" themself,
but in the sense of the feelings they gave me,
and the feelings i had for them.i saw them yesterday,
in the theatre,
and i hope they saw me and know that i am doing okay.i saw them and it lit a fire inside of me,
it was like seeing them for the first time all over again.it was scary.
i miss feeling that way,
but i don't want to feel that way for them anymore,
because they hurt me in a way that i can't forgive.what i am saying is,
i miss love and being loved.i miss
i miss
i misslove.
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