I miss the man I do not have. I wish I knew him, I want to be proud of him in all ways possible. Cheer him through his disappoints and be a comfort through his pain.
I want to be embraced by his hug and greeted with his kiss.
I want to make some plans to spend some time with one another.
I want to remember the expression on his face when I give him the unexpected greatness of love that I know can.
I miss love, it was, is, and shall be a piece of happiness that always makes my heart smile.
Oh Johnny...
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