Every night

  Sometimes I think how stupid it is to miss someone you've spent all day with, but every night before I sleep, I miss you.
  I miss the warmth of your body, your arms around me, your breath on my neck. All this and the things I love about you every single detail of your face, your lips, your eyes...
  How is possible that even when my heart is wounded you can still make me tremble when your face comes near me.
  God how I miss England and being alone with you, how I miss having you for myself, so now I admit with you I can be selfish, because I want all of you every day and all the time, its an addiction, an hunger that will never be satisfied...

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