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I miss you. Crazy, right? I don't know you. I never met you. Yet, I sit here missing you. Why? Why do I miss you? Why does it hurt knowing you are not next to me? Why does it suck knowing I haven't met you? I wish I would have met you. I wish I had the courage to go in front of you and say, 'Hi, my name is Noah.' But I haven't. And I probably never will. You know me I'm scared of confrontation.  Do you though? Why wouldn't you? You know me. God, I miss you. I miss you more than home. You aren't home though. You probably never will. Because face it, why would you fall in love with me? I'm just a boy. But that's the thing I don't want you to fall in love with me. I just want you to stay here. Even when you aren't. I just need to know that you miss me. I need to know that when I get home you'll at least come and see me. So I can tell you, 'I miss you.' Even though you are right in front of me. I want to hear you say it. Not on the phone. Not through a text message. But in person as I grow sad knowing I won't see you for a while. As I grow sad knowing every second, every minute, every hour, every day is passing by. But don't worry when I leave I'll still miss you. Maybe even more than I do now. I really do miss you. Please tell me you miss me.

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i want to do more personal stuff, but do not worry camren one shots will also be apart of this.

i have some done so soon camren will be back to break your hearts or mend them. who knows?

- noah :)

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