I Didn’t Know

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Lonely night without him.
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I didn’t realize what love was till now.
My heart aches from crying from how much I miss you
My body yearning for your embrace, your arms around me holding me against you
My ears dying to hear your voice telling me it’s ok, us against them
My lips begging for yours against them.
My skin needing your touch, your caress letting me know how much I mean to you.

I didn’t know what true love was
Till the day I saw you, the real you, the side no one sees
Till the day you kiss my lips leaving me eager for more
Till the day I couldn’t get you off of my mind, weather morning or night.
Till the day I never looked in another direction but yours
Till the day I realized a day without you is not a feeling I want to bear

I didn’t know what a soul mate was
Till the day I realized how quickly you got me
Till the day you could know what I was thinking without speaking
Till the day you knew how I felt even through a text
Till I realized I wake up and drift off to sleep thinking of you, thinking of us.

I didn’t know how much love could hurt
Till I couldn’t talk to you and hear your voice daily
Till I couldn’t tell you everything about my day at any moment of it.
Till the day I felt as if you were slowly slipping away from me
Till the day I knew this was going to hurt more than anything else
Till I didn’t know what to do without you as I made my life with you in it.

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