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I stared at his picture bluntly, as if it would move. His eyes, just the way I remembered them, stared into mine. I'm nervous for him now. Alone, he is. I'm scared for us now, that he may find love. A million miles away I cry for him. I cry as if he could hear me cry and see the tears I shed for him. I feel and know his love for me, but without him with me I feel abandoned. My heart, it longs for him. For his touch, for his warming embrace it longs for him. No one person has ever captured my soul like he has. He has managed to take over a wilted heart, like my own. I lay awake dreaming of his voice. Still, I cry for him. I think to myself, he must come back; he must want to see me. He cried and sobbed so long and hard for me when I bled and broke my promise. What a turbulent soul I have to go against his love like that. My heart has a whole missing, a special part that is just for him. If I never get to be with him again I'll know our time together will come and commence in heaven
-for Matt
-for Matt