I  miss you. That is a summary but I will add some details. I miss your smile, your kisses, your hugs, how you used to look at me… I miss sex with you. I miss your chats, your messages interested in me, your ???? and your ????????.

Even if I fuck things up, even if it I fall into childish behaviour, even if you’re wrong too, even if you underestimate what happened; I’m keeping these fantastic weeks.

And if I could determine the future I would never lose your savoir-faire when I asked you to, or your intelligent silence after my replies, or your hand pulling mine down the streets. I wouldn’t want to lose.

Because I want your smile, your kisses, your hugs, your sex, your ????and your ????????.

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