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T,
I think of you often.
When I'm so overwhelmed that I feel paralyzed all I can do is think of you. Wishing that I was near you.
When the day is over and I'm lying in my bed and the loneliness and my past creeps up on me, all I wish is that you were next to me with your arms wrapped tightly around me. Don't worry, it's not romantic. It's not sexual. It's a chaste comfort that I seek. A protector. To know that someone else is keeping guard. I fall asleep with these thoughts.
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