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Being Taken For Granted

We said goodbye with a fleeting glance and quick kiss

Unable to realise how much we would miss each other.

As I walked away I realised just what she meant.

The idea came into my head that I had taken her for granted.

She had always been there by my side when I wanted her,

smiling, happy in the knowledge that I was there

I was there to be comforted and loved.

But now she has gone, I realise how precious the times were

When we danced and laughed together,

Together by ourselves in the millions of places we called our own.

I know now that I will think the more of her when she returns,

For once again she will be mine

And I will promise her that I will never take her for granted again

And I will cherish the thought of loving her

And being near her.