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I don’t know how I can miss someone that I have not yet met.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss seeing eyes that have never seen me.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss the shine of hair that has never seen Arizona sun.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss the touch of hands that have never felt my skin.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss the feel of arms around me that have never held me.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss seeing your love for me in your eyes when we have never exchanged a glance.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss you beside me as we fall asleep when we have never shared a bed.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss waking up beside you when I have never seen morning sun caress your face.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss the feel of your lips on mine when I have yet to taste them.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss the feel of your hands on my face when your hands have never touched my skin.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss the feel of your fingers intertwined with mine when we have never held hands.
But I do.

I don’t know how I can miss you so much.
But I do.