Errrm. This is supposed to be poetry or whatever. Lol.
I miss you. I do.
I really do.
I want to see you.
I want to hug you so tight that you say “don’t hug me to death” while you hug me back just as tight.
I want to talk to you.
I want to arrange my jumbled thoughts by laying them on you.
I want to watch your face wreathe into a smile.
I want to watch you furrow your brows as you process your thoughts.
I want to watch your weird hand gestures as you speak.
I want to rest in your company.
Maybe your arms too.
But…you know what?
I’d just pop on a sweater, spend some time with my journal and send you mental kisses.
DeMystify 
😂 I was reading this and at a point I thought I was on the wrong page. The last line is more like it 🙂.
I think I’m going to get myself ice cream soon 🥳🥳.
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Dumbegg. It’s fiction. I’m trying new things with the help of writing prompts. 😂
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“I want to watch your face wreathe into a smile.
I want to watch you furrow your brows as you process your thoughts.”
I hope you eventually rest in good company! A holding company type of structure – tight hugs, slow dances, gentleness & purity in-between. You deserve happiness AA.
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Ouuuuuu. Thank youuuu. And you too bruv. All things imaranma for you.
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