I dreamed of you the other night. We were lying together, holding each other and whispering of our hopes and dreams...you had your head on my shoulder and I held you tightly, for I knew that in only a few moments my time with you would end and I would wake, to find myself back in this dreary place with your touch only a distant memory in the corners of my mind.
I miss you, love o' mine. It hurts to think of you, and yet I cannot bring myself to go a day without whispering to you, because I know that even if you can't reply to my thoughts, you are listening and thinking of me.
I have tried, honestly tried, to move on. I've tried to love others, tried to convince myself that even if they are not you, love, I can be happy.
And yet...and yet they are not you, and I cannot keep my mind from longing for you. Who can blame me? We were once one, and I long to be close to you again.
Your scent torments me. I finally understand why it is my favorite, but even that has begun to hurt, like so many other things. Dancing, red hair, green eyes...your name.
I wish that I could speak of you to someone, but there is no one who would understand - for how can I explain? How can I explain you?
There are so many things I wish I could tell you, but as soon as I start my whispers, I forget...and then I realize that it doesn't really matter what I want to say, because all that does matter is that I love you.
I love you.
I've always loved you.
I'll always miss you.
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...."
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Here in the shadows I'm safe, I'm free...
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Strawberry Gashes
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