I want to see you. 

I want to express myself but if you don't want to listen then I can't.

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One minute I wish I hadn't remembered. I think you'd still be checking on me. Then I wish I'd never repressed the memory. I did that. Not you.

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I want to kiss you and that wouldn't do. 

A hug would be worth the drive. 

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I'm also back to listening to the angels. And they tell me to find "new love".  The thought breaks my own heart, again, but that's what I have to do. At least now I remember.