I'm missing her terribly once more.
At times of the day I find my thoughts straying out to two degree mornings and loose clothes beneath shared blankets. I think of dimples and warmth and figuring things out, of hands and scrapbooks and bringing out the best in both of us. I miss us. You were the girl I never expected to fall in love with yet somehow you brought out the best I never knew I had in me. I miss talking to you, I miss seeing your face, and I miss us hanging out. I hope somewhere out there, you're happy where you are.
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