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All day I've been thinking about how to say this to you. About how to tear down my own walls so that you can see the real me shining through, not some partially frozen, somewhat diluted version. And all day all I can think about is how my body is in one place, but my heart is in another. How I will cry myself to sleep tonight knowing that I have to do it all over again tomorrow, but this time, there will be no good morning kiss, no soft wave good-bye. It will be my private pain because I cannot share it with the one I love or anyone else for that matter. I have no warm body to lie next to at night, no one to smile at if even just for a brief moment. And once again, I am alone in my pain. Tomorrow is another day, and I will put on a brave facade and face it with a smile but I will be dead inside until I get to spend another day with you, and laugh and smile. And maybe if I have the courage say what's on my mind.