I can't let you know how much I think about you. About stealing kisses from you when you hide that smile. About watching the sun sneak in through the windows to cover your back in the morning while you sleep. About quiet moments that only we can explain. About my fingers tangled in your hair and your palm on my cheek. About the steady beating of two hearts in different worlds. About the ease of wanting you. About the coming and going of these moments. About the impossibility of these moments. I can't let you know how much I think. Not about this, not about you.
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