One of those

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One of those nights where in wish I could just hug you
Embrace you, and feel your lost beating heart try to match mine
Run my hands through your that thick soft hair like I used to when you were down.
Those long talks of ifs and when’s to our futures.
Even the salty sweet tears that would trickle down my face when we had our “talks” I miss that feeling of reassurance at the end.
I just want you to be happy, I don’t know what exactly changed but something did and I can’t help.
And for that my dear, I am sorry.
With love always.
Me

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