I thought about you today. I wonder how you are. I miss our conversations.

I miss you. I miss how I felt when we were together. I miss how I felt when I saw you across a room.

I miss your kind words and the feeling of your hand in mine. I miss laying near the bank of a river and enjoying a sunset with you. I miss kissing you.

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