I miss
I miss your lips against mine
Our hands intertwined
The way my body would tingle when we kissed
And how I felt with your hands on my hips
Truthfully I miss what we had
Before it all went bad
Here's what I've realized and this is true
The hardest part of being alone is being without you.
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