i still miss you.
i still dream about you at night.
i still feel you. your chest under my hand, your leg against mine, your shoulder, your hand, your everything.
and i just wonder, why didn't it work out? why can't it? i'm so caught up in you, i can't find the old me. i can't find me at all.
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