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My heart swells when I read something that reminds me of you.

I've kissed so many boys that my lips have turned blue.

But I can not stop imagining what it would be like to kiss you.

I close my eyes and see your long fingers intertwining themselves in mine,

and I swear to God it feels like a kiss every time.

You have consumed me for three years,

I miss you so much that it burns me, my dear. 

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