I wish I could return to the warmth of you lap, to the softness of your hands, to your heavenly scent. I wish I could hear your heartbeat and feel your skin on mine again, all the time, always. You mean everything to me. And I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I only feel my hands when yours are holding them. I can't tell you or admit it, but I wish you'd knew.
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Sometimes you leave the homes you build, but most times, they leave you.
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