| He says, "I want to spend my days with you" But my eyes said, "Your hands are on someone else" |
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| "She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her." —The Stranger, Part I, Chapter IV |
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| Oftentimes it's enough just to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both and you know you are not alone. |
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| And I'll miss you like you're dead
But I never got to grieve you
Cause I saw you
In the arms of someone else (William Fitzsimmons) |
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