It's realising you can miss someone,
When they're right there with you,
And still missing them that way,
For long after they're gone.
It's loving everything about them,
That you'd hardly noticed before,
Even loving their mistakes,
Their cute quirks and flaws.
It's wanting to tell them everything,
But limiting what you say,
Wishing they'd tell you everything,
Every boring detail of every day.
It's knowing you're only dreaming,
But letting your mind run free,
Going to sleep each night,
Dreaming that you're with me.
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