But my love,
You don't know how much i missed you.
The immature, carefree version of you.
You used to laugh at everything and smirk at inappropriate jokes.
Now you're just there.
The distance between you and your friends goes for miles and miles.
You only smile from time to time,
Yet it is never genuine.
But my love,
You're like faded, ink blotched pages.
The story's there, but it's unreadable.
The adventure's still there, yet it's practically a blob on black ink.
Just so you know my love,
I think i loved you at your best ( when you were happy )
But i'm a hundred percent sure,
That my love for you has done nothing but amplified (when you become sad ).
Oh, my love.
I'll say thus a hundred times ( in my head of course ).
I'm in love with your quirks and your flaws.
I'm in love with your smile and your tears.
I'm in love with your dark brown eyes and your frown.
I'm in love with your everything.
I want to scream it from the highest peak i can find.
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