Happy and dying

I'm going happy as fuck when you text me, when you sit next to me, when you hug me or when you simply touch me.

Also, I'm dying inside every evening after we hang out because your absence, because you don't text me goodnight, because I think I annoy you, simply because you can't be with me. 

We can't be each other's, we can't walk on the same road, we can't share the same air for too long... Maybe, in another life, we will be as happy together as I am when you look me in the eyes.

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