Andante, Andante

I miss you.
I miss our conversations over candlelight
With me sitting on kitchen counters.
Miss my head on your shoulder
As we drive to the beach late at night.
Miss your laugh
Making my heart sing.
Miss your dangerous smile
Just before you throw me over your shoulder.
I miss you
In a thousand ways
A thousand times.
And all I can wonder is:
Did I leave the best thing I'd ever find?

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