Missing the feelings

But just the feelings

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I miss having someone to talk to.

About everything.

I miss having someone talk to me.

About anything.

I miss crazy late-night adventures

and day-time exploring.

I miss mapping out the favorite points

on each other’s bodies and connecting them.

I miss calling each other 500 nicknames

with roaring laughter.

I miss being touched instead of fucked.

I miss eyes looking through to my soul

instead of eyes looking at me.

I miss being felt from the inside out,

instead of the outside in.

But I don’t miss you, I miss those feeling.