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On the bus home today, I suddenly thought of you.

I miss having that shoulder to lean on, I miss that protective arm over my shoulder.

I miss that hand to hold, I miss that cheek to kiss.

I miss having someone to hold and call mine.

I miss all those.

But I'm not sure what I miss is You.

I'm not sure at all, because when I think of all these, I don't see your face. The memories aren't as strong as before anymore.

After all, how can I allow myself to, when you clearly don't.