God knows I'm supposed to be getting over him.
I promised myself that I would stop wanting him so badly,
and that I would finally be done with him. But still, sometimes,
when I'm laying in bed and cannot sleep, I think of him.
I think of what it used to be like to nap my head on his chest and
wake up to him touching my cheek and looking at me adoringly.
I remember how we'd run all over his shore house together,
playing in the outdoor shower and play house together.
How it felt to have his skin up against mine. And when I think about all that,
I miss him more than ever..
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