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Heart On Sleeve

I miss her.
Three little words that say so much.
Those glasses, those cute smiles, her bright eyes.
I miss her.
Three little words that say so much.
It says how much my chest feels close bursting for the want of her, of how much a hug would mean to me right about now. It says how much I miss seeing how she bundles up her hair in a pony tail, or how she looks when she lets those deep brown locks down.
Any day without her is incomplete. Just to see her at the end of a day seems to make everything feel alright, even though I have to trudge through early evening rush-hour traffic to get to her.
And its just one of those evenings when we get caught up in everything else that isn't about us.
I miss her.
Three little words that say so much.
And so little at the same time.

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