Sometimes I wonder, is it me, or is it her on one of those days, if you know what I mean. Sometimes I can't seem to think why she's acting so .. not her. Sometimes I'd have to go through silence, not knowing what I had done wrong.
She was just quiet. And that face. It was .. blank.
I always wonder what's playing in her mind when she looks out that window. Am I ever in her head? If I am, what is she seeing?
I miss her. Though we're together, I still miss her.
At times, it hurts when I reached out for her hand but she snapped mine away. She'd look away too. As if watching the magic's gone away. Our magic. I wonder where it's gone to ..
I try to understand her but the harder I tried, the further away she goes. I feel that as if she's slipping away from my grasp slowly. And I can't let that happen. She's my life.
We need to talk. We need to resolve this but how do I start?
Something is missing. She feels that way. I know. She is losing something. But what is it? Is it me? She needs to know I am here. Forever here for her.
I will not let her go. Ever.
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