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 He struck the match and brought the dark bedroom to life. He lit the first of the many candles he had placed around the room. With each new candle lit brought a comfortable familiar glow. he could hear the shower going so he knew he still had time to finish setting up. He turned the stereo on and began playing the disc he had made special for this occasion. He had planned this night out with the utmost care. From the very moment she knocked on the door. He answered with a glass of her favorite wine. Taking care to make sure it was warm to the touch, just the way she liked it. She could always take his breathe away, even when she would do the

The young man rolled over and slid his hand under the covers. His hand moving up and down feeling the bed where she should have laid. Before he opened his eyes to reality he took a second to picture her. Her hair softly laying against her angelic face. It took moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the night. For the smallest fraction of time he saw her shadowy form. But like every night before it was merely a painful illusion. He sat up feeling the muscles of his back stiffen at the effort. His feet absorbed the coldness of the floor. He passed the doorway of the bathroom turning the light on. He didnt need the light. Truth was he

The young man awoke with a jerk. His hands slid across the back of the soft velvety couch searching for his phone. His eyes stung when his phone came to life shining like a makeshift sun. As his eyes came into focus he saw that it was yet again only the early hours of the morning. It was almost ritualistic in its nature. He would awake and think about her . The thoughts would invade every fiber of his being. He would think about what she was doing at that very same moment. Was she sleeping soundly or laying awake in someone elses arms. Was she suffering for the pain she had caused or peacefully slumbering oblivious to the frustration of the m

I miss you fingers intertwined with mine. I miss the softness of your lips. I miss the scent of your hair. I miss the soft weight of your head on my chest. I miss the way your arms felt around me. I miss the echo of your laughter. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the light in your eyes. I miss the warmth from your heart. I miss the words I love you coming from your lips. I miss the car rides with the windows down and music up. I miss the love that radiated between us. But most of all I miss my heart.