I do not miss you; I miss us.
I cannot think of you without me being a part of you.
I do not just miss you; I miss us.
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I remember the first time we met; I could not stop looking at you.
You were so beautiful and from the very first time, I knew your heart was pure.
The first time I met you, I could see the inevitable end.
I never meant to let you go, and I wish I could remember what made me mess up.
I would give everything up for a second chance.
I remember our lazy Sundays when we would drive away from the city.
I wanted that moment to never end.
You made everything so easy and I made it all so hard.
We never did much, but everything we did was always fun.
It was impossible for me to not smile when you were around.
I wish I knew your worth before I lost you forever.
You never did anything wrong, and after all these years, I am yet to find a fault.
You were a dream, and I loved living every minute of it.
Every image I see of you, I see myself standing by you.
Every memory I have of you has me sitting beside you.
I do not miss you; I miss us.
I can get over you, but I can never get over us.
This is not a story of you and how much I miss you.
This is a story of the memories of us.
A beautiful story of love that could have been more and would have lasted a lifetime.
This is a story of sacrifice, of love that could have changed my life.
Every memory I have of you is a memory of both of us.
I am over you, but I will never be over us.
