it's funny how i start to miss you while you're still here. even when your arm is wrapped around me, i start to miss you. because i know you have to leave eventually.
but i could stay like that forever; with your fingers tracing the lines on my face and our legs intertwined under the blankets. i don't think i'll ever stop missing you...which is unfortunate because you're not even mine to miss.
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