When I Said, “I Miss You”

It was pleasant, really. She’s a smart, accomplished, devoted, disciplined woman. She’s beautiful. I liked the way she laughed when she was excited about a tedious detail within her stories. Her blonde short hair. Her accent. Her figure. Just the definition of beauty. She was sexy in this mature kind of way. Not forcing it upon me, she just was. I didn’t know her long when she went home for the holidays. She apparently didn’t have internet at her parents house. So I sent her a message telling her I missed her.

Despite all of how perfect she is, when I sent that message I didn’t realize until later I sent that to her because it was too hard to send it to you. I was telling her, I missed you…


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