The days we went to the beach and searched for sea glass, the days we spent at new breweries, the days we hung around campsites – it was days like these that made me miss you a deadly amount.

Deadly, by which I mean, I felt like I wanted to be dead without you; I didn’t think I could live without you.

I couldn’t live knowing you were out in the world, in a place where I couldn’t touch you and love you.

Despite what you think or want to believe, I believe you are mine, and you always will be.

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