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Well - when I sit around and think of his name, I start to think of where he is and with whom. I ask myself why he's not with me. I also can hear my name and the way he would say it, ("You're my Boo") I even miss the sounds of his breathing. The intimate part was the best, because I thought we loved each other; but now its gone - Forever.
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|by Michelle Delia
The name I despise.
To say it would mean that once again, I wonder -
Wonder why, where, and whom he's with.
It's so easy to wonder, but hard to let go.
Innocent he was;
When whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
you seem to drift away to the place only lovers know.
I miss the voice;
My name and the way it was said -
Joys of intimacy,
Enduring moments of togetherness,
Finished love -
Fading forever -
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