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He missed the way her hair felt soft running through her fingers, flowing down her back like a luminous waterfall.

He missed the way she would wake him up with a soft kiss every morning, a burning heat lingering on his forehead.

He missed the way her lips felt on his, sending sparks of excitement and turning his mind into a haze, unable to think of anything else but her.

He missed the way her laugh sounded, pleasant as the sound of wind chimes in a cool summer breeze.

He missed how she felt in his arms, wrapped around her in the midst of the night.

He missed how her body was framed perfectly by the sunlight filtering in through the open windows, casting on her face a golden glow.

He missed her.

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