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I miss her... I miss holding her in my arms, against my body. I miss just laying beside her and listening to her breathe. I miss kissing her. I miss the way she tastes. How she would stain my lips and ruin them for anyone else and everything else because she's the best taste I've ever tasted. I miss making love to her. How we would compete to make the other orgasm and how we knew just where to touch, where to lick to make the other go crazy. I miss being wrapped in her body. I miss just laying naked beside her and not touching each other, to just gaze at her beauty. I miss that. I miss her. I miss laughing and smiling because of her ridiculous jokes. I miss seeing her smile because her smile makes me feel like the world is at peace. I miss having everything I love and cared about right beside me. I miss waking up and calling her just to hear half awake voice, that dream like voice of hers. I miss hearing her say my name. I miss seeing her eyes light up when she's happy. I miss her yelling at me because I ate her stash of cookies. I miss her hugs and how warm her arms are. I miss how she'd call me an idiot because I say the wrong things sometimes. But I am an idiot. I'm an idiot for letting her get away. I'm an idiot for not loving her right. And all I can do now is miss her. And I would give anything, everything to not miss her.

Oko Ninjah (missing)