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Missing you isn't a choice anymore I just do Hey - since we play music from the same genres and you understood me so well that day - this song grabbed me today... Your hand is like a torch, each time you touch me. The look in your eyes pulls me apart. Don't open the door to if I can't come in. Don't touch me if you don't love me sweetheart. Your kiss is like a drink when I'm thirsty. And I'm thirsty for you with all my heart. But don't love me then act like we've never kissed. Oh, don't touch me if you don't love me sweetheart. Don't give me something you might take away. To have you, then lose you, wouldn't be smart on my part! Don't open the door to if I can't come in. Oh, don't touch me if you don't love me sweetheart. Don't touch me if you don't love me sweetheart! That's what I felt that day when I met you (sort of fear to open up... but I did!) and regrettably sums up how I feel now because I know nothing of you and you promised you'd at least let me know you got back OK. We're not , and we're both bright I guess so we both know one by now would have cleared that up. I still worry about you, that's just old concern. And, by now, I could have imagined a million things or scenarios in all these months but that would make me clairvoyant, and I'm not. And so, I will miss you man - whatever your name is and wherever you might actually be. It's just instinct from the impression you left here in my heart. If you "ever" get to , post in my city for me. Use my initials... I don't care. Just find me and me by the hand virtually this time like you did that day. Make me see you again. Love, Ms. Vulnerable

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