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Every night I think soft thoughts about her. I miss her warmth against my fingertips. I miss her body in my arms. I miss holding her sweet face in my hands. Her beautiful blue eyes catch me off guard every time I look at them. When I look into them I see the ocean.

She walked away from my car crying today. I felt my heart break. I feel bad that leaving affects her as much as it does. I would like to stay with her. To see her each day after work. To greet her in the morning and have breakfast. But that isn't now. That's an adventure for later.

Thinking about those I used to love that left my life. I miss them. I hope they don't think about me, I hope they're happy.

I'm up at one in the morning cleaning my room for you. I hope you think it's okay. I hope you don't judge me. I havent personalized my room much. I'm afraid you'll see it and think of me as bland, or worse, childish.