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As I roll over to the other side of the bed and stretch my arms for you just to grasp some cold, night air, I feel a overwhelming desire to get back to the days of longing for one sight of you and nights that unraveled mysteries . I want to go back to the roofs under which we took cover from moonlight and left the windows open to tell our stories to the other part of the night which eagerly waited and sent its spy - breeze to know what happened inside; to see our shadows as they try in vain to imitate us just to find out what is it that we share and ending up as dark as ever! I want to overpower this cold, ruthless reality of your absence, run into your warm arms and thank the thin air I hugged all these days.