I wish you were here. I'm running around, like usual, chicken-with-my-head-cut-off style, too busy to think most of the time. Then at some odd moment, I do. I press the elevator button and I take a deep breath in and there you are your eyes dancing, laughing like it's all you do.
I miss your sense of humor. The way I could tell you anything and you were never, ever shocked or appalled. And, I can be damn appalling. I miss your sweetness and the way you felt things, deep and true. Most of all I miss knowing you were somewhere on the planet existing. I miss that the most.
Love and love and love. Hugs and hugs and hugs.
I miss your sense of humor. The way I could tell you anything and you were never, ever shocked or appalled. And, I can be damn appalling. I miss your sweetness and the way you felt things, deep and true. Most of all I miss knowing you were somewhere on the planet existing. I miss that the most.
Love and love and love. Hugs and hugs and hugs.
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