XXXXXXXVIII.

I DON’T WANT TO CRY IN YOUR BED THIS AFTERNOON. I DON’T WANT TO ANTICIPATE HOW MUCH I’LL MISS YOU. I JUST WANT TO FEEL HOW I FEEL WHEN WE WAKE UP EVERY MORNING, LIKE THE FEELING IN MY CHEST IS ONLY A GOOD THING AND NOT AT ALL A SAD THING. I JUST WANT TO FEEL LIKE EVERY MOMENT WE HAVE TOGETHER IS A MORNING AND NOT A DAY CLOSER TO BEING APART.

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