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The sun rises again, and I find myself longing for another day. A day when talks are heard and words are said, when the distance isn't so much, and when I can be in his arms again. I miss his hands, I miss his hugs, I miss the days when we would sit and talk for hours about anything that could possibly come to our minds.
The midnight sun held us close... and we never knew it. The stars watched and knew that our love was something that would never see the light of day.
The short days turned to long nights, and a page turned in both of our lives without us ever knowing it. What we had changed on the wind. Digital characters and shreds of paper hold all that we know now.. and the longing of a single touch is something of fiction.
The midnight sun held us close... and we never knew it. The stars watched and knew that our love was something that would never see the light of day.
The short days turned to long nights, and a page turned in both of our lives without us ever knowing it. What we had changed on the wind. Digital characters and shreds of paper hold all that we know now.. and the longing of a single touch is something of fiction.