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The thing about missing you is that it just doesn't happen once. It happens all the time. I miss you when I wake up. I miss you when I drink my coffee. I miss you when I hear an old song playing on a Sunday morning. I miss you when I see someone wearing a white shirt. I miss you when I am in a bookstore. I miss you when I grab coffee at Starbucks. I miss you even before I go to sleep.

I miss you when I think of kissing you, holding you or wanting you. I miss you when I want to share about my day. And in the next day, when I wake up I begin to miss you again.