Category : Diary/Journal

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As I sit alone in my room, 
thinking, 
wishing he was here with me, 
together with him, 
I yearn to be.

As I think about his face, 
his eyes, 
his body, 
his voice, 
I transcend into a beautiful world 
of happy memories, 
and, 
as I sink deeper into these thoughts, 
I cherish how he made me feel.   

I loved him.
Still love him. 

His faults were his perfections, 
his words filled my thoughts,  
his heart, forever locked onto mine. 
I never want to be shaken out from these memories, 
because, 
when I am lost inside this feeling, 
I find myself.

No one knows how my mind is occupied with thoughts of him, 
and how much from his soul I wish to drink.

Sadly, 
my memories are kept closed in my heart, 
never to be shared with another,
for I am the lonely lover.

Memories of him are all I know;
they provide me with a deep inner glow. 
He is always in my thoughts, 
and in my heart he'll continue to grow.