Together, Apart...
When she is gone, I wait for her to come back. When we sleep, I sleep surrounded by her sounds of rest. When I am out, I think about returning to her. When she looks at me, my smiles see her. When I talk, she is the only audience I want - for my over-spilling.
There is something about her, with me even when she is not around, within my senses.
There is something about her, with me even when she is not around, within my senses.
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Yep. Love. Definitely.
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