His hold over me is strong
though he is many miles away
The urges are embarrassing
and yet...
I wish to hear his voice again
to see his whimsical face again
to listen raptly to his hysterical antics
He is so...for lack of a better word, huggable
I wish to embrace him and hold him tight
I thought that what I felt for him had dissipated
but no person has ever been better than him
and
this pain in my lungs, this air-sucking pain that leaves me
breathless
sometimes I have to curl up to keep the burning hole that grows
from spreading
the sad story of the girl who loved the boy
who most likely cares naught and knows naught
this sickens me how pathetic I am
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