I miss

Summertime. Having a boyfriend. Being a child. France. Horseback riding. My brother. Not worrying. Romance. Grass between my toes. My friend. Kissing. Sand running through my fingers. Wind in my hair. Flowers on my table. The butterflies in my stomach. A whisper in my ear. The smell of you. Being held tight. Running, laughing, crying. Everything. I miss you.

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