Fuck.

I miss your eyes,
I miss your smile,
I miss your laugh,
your voice.

I miss you, but I can’t do anything about it.

I want to talk to you, but I can’t be pushing this too hard.

I want to see you, but I can’t always be like this.

I want to tell you, but my time isn’t up yet.

I need you, but I don’t want to tell you.

I know this is complicated, but I love you.

(Source: thetruthvalue)



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Punctuation.


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