My Release Your Pain

My Release Your Pain

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WpMetadataReadConcluida mar, dic 1, 2015<5 mins
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I didn't know how much I meant to you. How could I have not known all those times that you hugged me and slightly pecked me on the cheek. I knew my feel didnt know how much I meant to you. How could I have not known all those times that you hugged me and slightly pecked my cheek, is because you had feeling for me? I knew my feelings towards you were strong. I always loved how your beautiful brown hair danced as the wind intertwined with it. The way your hazel eyes sparkled when you got really excited over something you where really passionate about. I wish I could bring all those memories back. I wish I could see your bright smile. Now as I watch you struggle to sleep, I can't help but to hurt every time I see a tear slowly make it's way to your chin. The way you hold on to one of my favorite sweaters is almost to much to bear. I gently kiss your forehead and I feel you shiver. I never knew how much my death would affect you. I wish I knew I had you before I took those pills.
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"I waited ages just so I could meet you again." 𖤓☽ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ Hands gripped my hips, and I was tugged back against a solid chest. His arm came around my waist, and his palm landed on my hip. In one swift motion, he had me secured against him. Every inch of my skin that was flushed against him heated. Even through the thin fabric of my dress and his blazer. Turning my head to look up at his face, I didn't care that my lips had parted and that my eyes probably looked hazy and a little clouded. Keeping our gazes locked, my arms lifted of their own accord, my hands linking behind his neck. Without really knowing how, my hips started moving. And we were dancing. The memory of us dancing when we were children crossed my mind. How ironic it was that we'd found ourselves in the same situation after twenty years and now that we seemed like completely different people.

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