What should one do when missing someone so bad, that all she can do is sit and stare blanky while holding back her tears. Her body is aching terribly, gasping for breath, hoping that in every passing second that she would miss him less.
His smell, his smiles, his eyes, his hands, his voice. .....basically all of him.
It's him. It has always been him.
His smell, his smiles, his eyes, his hands, his voice. .....basically all of him.
It's him. It has always been him.
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