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I miss the texture of your hair against my face and neck, the way your look at me when we're alone and no one can share the moment. I most especially miss the way you talk to me, as if no one else can understand. I miss talking to you about things that are going on.
And so, now, as I prepare to go to bed, I remember. I remember all the times we spent together just being with one another and enjoying the moments. I'll be missing you always because I know we can't have that anymore. Two different worlds we have now. I can only observe yours through words you say and inflections you use, but I don't think you view mine as easily. I miss sharing it with you. So I'll be missing you always.