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I miss feeling like the most important thing in your world.

and walking through the streets with our hands held dangling together by loosely interlaced fingers

I miss burying into your warm body with your chest in my breath

and the softness of the skin between your ear and your neck against my lips.

I miss when you would look into my eyes and with yours tell me that you never want to be apart from me,

not that you need space, not that you need time alone,

just that you need your fingers in my hair and my everywhere and for me to dive into your soul.

I miss the moments of simple sincere passion when you declare that you will do anything for me and the dilapidated walls of my heart crumble once again,

but

these moments always give way to real life.

We can never escape

and the illusion of immortality that love gives is naive and vain