I miss standing by the dormatry
Talking to the clouds
Requesting the wind
To send you over
I miss pulling you towards me
While you close your eyes
Waiting for the perfect spice
I miss holding you in my arms
While staring into your eyes
Your perfect body
Gently pressed against mine
I miss hugging you
Pouring kisses, through your neckline
I don't know how my heart stuck to you in just 4 days
Every moment you smiled I even smiled more
Still am an enemy of time
I'm gonna miss these moment
Writer's Note
This piece explores the overwhelming, sudden intensity of young love and the bittersweet ache of a looming separation. Written in a raw, conversational style, it captures how a brief four-day encounter can completely shift someone's world, turning ordinary settings to spaces filled with longing
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