I wanted to hold your hand every time you got nightmares and ran away from home because there were monsters under your bed. I wanted to hug you the last time we saw each other in the movies, because my dad was going to pick me up and you had to go home by yourself. I wanted to kiss you when you passed that exam you barely slept studying for. Every time for the past long hard months we were apart, I wanted to run to you and say I’m sorry, please come back. You were my other half.

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