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| After All That You've Done |
| I miss the way your hand felt in mine and the way it looked. I miss the way I couldn't sit down after that afternoon and be still without smiling from ear to ear. I miss seeing you walk down my street, appearing from behind the line of bushes, with the rest of the goup and having my heart skip and my stomach flutter. I miss the way you looked at me, the way you smiled at me, how your lips felt against mine, the feeling of your arms around me, your hands at my waist. I miss the way you touched me, though I stopped you from going too far, and the way you laughed when I did. I miss just being close to you, even though it probably meant more to me than you. But after all of this, Do I miss you? September 28, 2001 |
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