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When You're Gone but Still Here
When you’re not around, it’s like you left a little piece of you behind, hanging out in the air, reminding me love doesn’t really care about distance or time.
I will never forget the day we met for the first time. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, yet I was completely unaware of the profound impact you would have on my life. Your presence was like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day, unnoticed at first but gradually enveloping me in its tender embrace.
As our paths crossed and our souls began to intertwine, I found myself captivated by every aspect of you. Your touch, delicate yet powerful, sent shivers down my spine, awakening parts of me I didn’t know existed. Your gaze, intense and unwavering, saw through the layers I had carefully constructed, reaching the very core of my being. Your breath, steady and rhythmic, became the soundtrack to the moments we shared, a comforting reminder that you were there, that we were together.
Each memory we created, each moment we shared, is etched into the fabric of my soul. I can still feel the warmth of your hand in mine, the way your eyes lit up when you smiled, the softness of your voice whispering sweet nothings into the night. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can almost hear your laughter, see the sparkle in your eyes, feel your presence beside me.
