I miss the way he used to cuddle me at nights, I miss how he used to called me "Bonita", the way he used to stare at my lips and touch them lightly with his finger tips, I miss his touch and his body against mine.
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Tales of a very short long love story.
Romance"I feel so stupid crying about this stuff and I am ashamed to tell someone, but I cannot stand this pain in the chest anymore." This is my diary, the one I made when I met this special person. The day to day of an impossible love. I went to New Yor...
