Sleepless Nights.

Its nearly 2 AM and I haven't slept yet. All I can do is sit up thinking about what once was. About him. Him.

His gorgeous tan skin. His flowing dark locks, hanging in front of his eyes. Those eyes. The sparkling pools of melted chocolate... That nose.. Pressing against mine as we stared into each other's eyes, our foreheads touching. His wide, thin-lipped mouth, so soft against mine.

His voice. His beautiful voice as he sang me a tune. His strong hands strumming away on his guitar, or tapping out a melody on a piano.

Oh how I loved him...

And oh how my heart tore apart a thousand more times every time I thought about how I could never see him again...

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