The days feel like years when I'm alone and the bed where you lie is made up on your side. When you walk away. I count the steps that you take. Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you. When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too. When you're gone all the words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it OK. I miss you. [...] I've never felt this way before. Everything that I do reminds me of you. And the clothes you left they lie on my floor. And they smell just like you. I love the things that you do.
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