His body is here but his heart is somewhere else. He caresses her blindly because his thoughts are with another. He wastes his kisses on her, kisses that are meant for his love. The love that he lost and can never get back, love that cannot be duplicated. She will never be what he needs. Yet, she tries. She holds him and showers him with words of love. What she doesn’t know is that he closes his eyes when they embrace so that he can pretend she’s the one that got away, and he holds her tightly thinking that if he grips his love she will be there when he opens his eyes. She smiles because he loves her, he cries because he can’t.
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