That one time.

It’s feeling complete.
It’s having every bit of your being involved.
It’s giving every part of your soul.
It’s not wanting anything else.
It’s laughter and smiles.
It’s pain and rage.
It’s a mess.
It’s over.
It’s just a memory.
It’s only seeing it in your dreams.
It’s missed.

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