I miss everything little thing his scent and the feel of his breath on my neck.
The way the car windows would fog up when we parked next to the beach.
How his hand fits in mine perfectly like a puzzle piece.
I keep going back to how things use to be.
Picturing us so in love a connection like we were meant to be.
A love story that could drive anyone mad how a love story should be.
So madly in love everyone could see the emotional connection between you and me.
Picturing us the way we use to be makes me sad that we were never supposed to be.
A love story that ends abruptly torn apart by the man that was supposed to love me.
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