Like talking late nights, writing love notes, being kids.
We miss the small things,
Like hellos, goodbyes, and everything in between.
We miss the small things,
Like smiles, touches, and looking into one’s eyes.
Its funny how these small things make up this large thing,
This large thing we don’t want to miss, like the small things.
We don’t want to miss the that large thing,
Like before.
[not really sure if its finished.]
RaiOut.
10:49a
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