My Missed

What do you call a relationship you never had but made you felt every emotion there is supposed to be in an existing one? Missed. What do you call a chance to admit feelings overwhelmed by embarrassment and made-up contentment? Missed. What do you call a time spent on wondering what-ifs and could have been? Missed. What could I call you – the person I had most laughs and cries with, considered me special and unique, and with the eyes who can speak much than what has to be said? My missed.

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