Missing You

As I lay here, in my bed tonight, I think about you and how I miss you. I lay with all of my pillows wishing that they were you. I miss you holding me at night after that long day. I miss you being right next to me. I miss the way that you would caress me when you were not ready to go to sleep yet. I miss waking up next to you. I miss asking you how your day has been, when I know that you are going to tell me the same thing as the night before. I miss our secret language, which we had for when talking around our friends. I miss your touch, but mostly I just miss you.

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