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I miss sleeping with you.  And I mean that in the most innocent way possible.  I miss the way you pull me into bed.  I miss how our bodies would instantly mold together to make the perfect puzzle piece.  I miss our limbs being intertwined in every which way.  I miss talking to you for hours into the night.  I miss the way you hold me close and would lightly kiss my forehead.  I miss the way you stroke my hair until I’m tired.  I miss falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat.  I miss waking up to your smile.  I just miss you.