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I miss you just like I miss him. 

Burning guilt is in my heart, branding it "Not Loyal".

But there's always two sides of a story. 

Before you came around he was my rock, my roots, my rainbow after the rain. 

Have you ever tried to move a deep seated rock? 

It's not easy. 

Have you ever tried to up root a tree? 

It's not easy. 

Have you ever tried to forget what a rainbow looks like? 

It's not easy. 

And I know, just because it's not easy doesn't mean it's  impossible, but trust me. 

They say what is love, but sacrifices? 

I'm paying my dues. 

They say what is love, but to have one and only? 

I'm picking you. 

They say what is love, but to love fully? 

I'm putting myself together. 

I do, I do, I do. 

I promise you that I do love you...but I still miss him. 

I wish I had all my pieces, not missing parts of me. 

I wish I had more of you, not more of him. 

I wish I had more to offer, not less to give.