I lied.
2:59 a.m.

I promised you that I wouldn't feel this way; that I wouldn't ever get to the point of missing you in between our rendezvoused afternoons. I didn't know at the time, but I lied. I miss you most at times like this, when I'm alone. I want you more than I can have you.

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