Oh the things he does to me.
And when I think about those things, I that I can do is smile.
And I just can't stop.
But soon, too soon, the smiling will stop.
He is leaving me.
And I am going to miss him dearly.
More than he could ever imagine.
More than I'm sure I even know.
I will soon begin to miss the little things.
The glances, his smile, his laugh.
The
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