Each day we are apart I yearn more for her touch. I want to breathe her in. To feel her hands in mine. To know she is only a heartbeat away. Each day we are apart, my love for her grows stronger. I want to hold her close, to ease her worries. I want to…
I seriously am, and have always been, a hopeless bloody romantic. Should I elaborate? I like giving gifts to that ‘someone’. Like the cliché stuff. Flowers. Perfume. Fluffy beats. But only, and absolutely only if the ‘someone’ likes that sort of thing. If they don’t, then I wouldn’t insult them by trying to give them…
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