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Jan 17, 2010 22:01

It occurred to me
that I miss you,
a little.
I miss the feeling of your presence,
near to me.
You've got a funny way of making conversation without words,
and when you gaze into my eyes, I don't feel afraid. I don't feel judged. I simply see you,
as is,
and I think you see the same way.

..i like the way you look at me.
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