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It’s been three long years, but I still miss you.

I miss your smile. How you would stare at me for hours, examining me, memorizing my features and just smile. If we were having a staring contest, you would be the winner. I couldn’t keep eye contact at all. I wonder if you ever noticed. It made me so uncomfortable for you to look at me like that. I never understood what you saw but now I’m afraid no one will see it again.

I miss your laugh. I still hear it sometimes, but it’s not the same. I want it to be because of something I said, even if it was one of my blonde moments.

I miss being around you. Even if we weren’t doing anything. Just having you hold me in your arms in silence. That was my favorite thing to do.

I miss being loved.