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Jan 2017
We sat there alone..the only ones awake at 2am..
4am..
6am..
I didn't want to sleep, for I feared the very idea of missing out on only mere moments of you.
Pulling me in; the way an ocean shoreline pulls in the morning tide,
Overwhelming my soul with pieces of emotion..I could never even fathomed to be possible.
I yearn for you,
For your smile,
Your humour,
The way you always know exactly how to push my buttons.
I know what your hands feel like on my skin; I could never forget.
I crave that.
Every morning..
And every night.
But I crave merely your presence..
Every morning..
Every night..
And every moment in between.

*- (things I could never say aloud.)
Mikayla Theriault
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Mikayla Theriault  Niagara, ON
(Niagara, ON)   
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