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I need to talk to you,

Deeper conversations,

Witnessing each other’s stories unfold,

Laden with promises of fidelity,

Be it empty words,

Or blatant lies to feed our egos,

I need more :(

I wonder

How does it feel to be your priority,

To be the last person you thought of at night,

And the first name you whisper in the morning, 

To be missed when we are apart,

Where hello is waited on,

And goodbye is dreaded upon,

I wonder how does it feel,

To be loved by you.