truth is I still miss you.
I still want you.
I read our old conversations and shed a little tear.
I wish I could tell you. I miss you.
truth is, I never wanted to let you go.
I never wanted for us to fall apart.
truth is.
I cry myself to sleep, wishing your arms were around me.
I miss our laughs our talks but mainly
I miss you.
truth is.
if I could take it all back,
I would.
if I could have just had the courage to tell you.
truth is...
I love you.
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