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All thoughts, a blur. A string of words, a nonsensical slur. Nothing is straightforward or simple. Because all I keep seeing are those deep blue orbs, oh and that gorgeous dimple. I miss you more and more each day. I miss how you would just lean against my door and then announce your presence with a soft: "Hey." I miss waking up in your secure hold. Sheltering me from the cold. I miss the many ways in which you could make me giggle. Especially that silly eyebrow wiggle. I miss our late night convocations. These usually included you smiling and laughing at my long-winded explanations. I miss watching you think. Being apart, it just makes my heart want to sink I can't stop re-reading the first note that you wrote, my fingertip tracing the dried pen link. It reads: Hi I'm Lindsay,               I'm in 26B.               If you ever need something or just want to talk, please                  come and find me. *** I hate this state of unwanted separation. It makes me feel so helpless. My current and on-going mood; desperation.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
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All thoughts, a blur. A string of words, a nonsensical slur. Nothing is straightforward or simple. Because all I keep seeing are those deep blue orbs, oh and that gorgeous dimple. I miss you more and more each day. I miss how you would just lean against my door and then announce your presence with a soft: "Hey." I miss waking up in your secure hold. Sheltering me from the cold. I miss the many ways in which you could make me giggle. Especially that silly eyebrow wiggle. I miss our late night convocations. These usually included you smiling and laughing at my long-winded explanations. I miss watching you think. Being apart, it just makes my heart want to sink I can't stop re-reading the first note that you wrote, my fingertip tracing the dried pen link. It reads: Hi I'm Lindsay,               I'm in 26B.               If you ever need something or just want to talk, please                  come and find me. *** I hate this state of unwanted separation. It makes me feel so helpless. My current and on-going mood; desperation.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
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