And I just hope you know that if you come home to find me at the edge of the bed crying with my head in my hands it’s only because I hate myself so much. For every time I didn’t kiss you even though I had the chance. For being too shy to ask you to dance. For not screaming those words to the world when there were still people to hear it. Because you see, I never thought I’d miss you nearly as much as I do every time you go somewhere else to stay the night away from home.
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