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I miss you, my love. I miss you like the sun misses the moon, yet can’t stand to be together in the same sky at the same time. I miss you like the cold snow, like the yellow leaves that fall. I miss you like autumn. I miss you like snow cones and sincere laughter. I miss you like a severed friendship, like a dead loved one. I miss you like one that waits but whose beloved never returns home. I miss you like old English poems, I miss you like home-made food. I miss you like the smoke in my lungs, I miss you like holding hands in a walk at the beach. I miss you like watching the sky, I miss you like a drink. I miss you like sunday cartoons, like innocence long lost, like my first kiss behind the churchyard. I miss you like a long swim in the afternoon heat, I miss you like a good movie, my favourite song and like a stroll in the park. I hope this gets to you.

I (guess I) miss you a lot.

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