good morning, dearest shooting star (altho there now you're up to midnight..)
thank you for the call last night, it's such bliss. a treasure moment, even a briefest moment i spent with you.
to hear your voice is reminiscing.
gazing each other, consideration hits me.
that am missing you on highest dose, where reasons are totally beyond.
i miss the valley. i miss the stone. i miss the weather. i miss the ting-a-ling. i miss the bench. i miss the poured rain. i miss your hand in my hair. i miss your existence, the most.
but i slept with smile.
because knowing you are last person i talked to before i end my day, does soothe.
they said to love is to receive a glimpse of heaven, i think it is.
every fear faded. entire friendshit matter, all faded. can always i turn to you.
(*) anw, i make this so not complicated that you shall just sit, start reading, and feel loved. understand you goin' through hard days and nights too. this's simply just a little note to remain, us as certain. for utter blank future probably?
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