I miss the familiar smell of yours,
The warm hugs you provide,
The annoying gay-ish voice in my ears,
And the everlasting love-hate relationship we had.
Even when I closed my eyes,
I will know you are there keeping me in your arms,
And when I open my eyes,
You are there, ready with lovable kisses.
I miss you here.
I miss you there.
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