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AND I AM GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE, MISSING YOU.
(...It has been a while since I last saw you but, I will never stop missing that winter.)
With the nature of my sadness and a mint pressed against the roof of his mouth, the moonlight touches his skin. He does not speak much yet he always tells me what he is thinking. Completely and utterly platonic is what we have and he is my storm — I wonder what I would do without him.
