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Recently I've been sitting up here in my room
just looking out of the window only out on to my garden thinking about the times when you, would sit with me. Or the times when we would just sit in my bed; watch a film, have a cuddle, a kiss and then... and it was good. Sometimes when we relaxed I would just sit and watch you sleep and you would never know it, you never could, but you should. And if you could hear me now, I wish that you would understand what I'm trying to say. Its not, "I want you back." Its not, "I wish you were here." Its just that I know what we had, and it was good.
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