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It’s life’s greatest treasure to love and be loved in return. ♥️
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@intimateheartconnections ♥️
It’s life’s greatest treasure to love and be loved in return. ♥️
♥️💋🌹💋♥️
@intimateheartconnections ♥️
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When I say that I miss you,
I don’t mean that I miss the most obvious things.
I’m not talking about your eyes,
or smile.
I mean that I miss your entire presence,
and the way I felt
knowing you were only one room over.
I miss the way you’d tell me things
that could have waited,
while you showered.
I miss how you couldn’t help but brush your hand
across my abdomen
every time we walked past each other.
I miss the way your body feels against mine,
the way you dug your nails into my back,
and how on those nights
it was never about ourselves.
I miss how certain feelings were difficult
for you to explain,
and how hard you would try anyway.
I miss how much you hate running late,
horror movies,
sports,
and every time your father let you down.
I miss rolling over as the sun rose,
and the scent of your hair being my first sense
that I was alive.
I miss your smile, and I miss your eyes,
but mostly,
I miss everything behind them.
When I say that I miss you,
what I mean is that I miss who I was becoming,
the person I’m supposed to be,
the only version of me
worth being.
J. Raymond
"18 Months & Missing"
♥️💋🌹💋♥️
@intimateheartconnections ♥️
I don’t mean that I miss the most obvious things.
I’m not talking about your eyes,
or smile.
I mean that I miss your entire presence,
and the way I felt
knowing you were only one room over.
I miss the way you’d tell me things
that could have waited,
while you showered.
I miss how you couldn’t help but brush your hand
across my abdomen
every time we walked past each other.
I miss the way your body feels against mine,
the way you dug your nails into my back,
and how on those nights
it was never about ourselves.
I miss how certain feelings were difficult
for you to explain,
and how hard you would try anyway.
I miss how much you hate running late,
horror movies,
sports,
and every time your father let you down.
I miss rolling over as the sun rose,
and the scent of your hair being my first sense
that I was alive.
I miss your smile, and I miss your eyes,
but mostly,
I miss everything behind them.
When I say that I miss you,
what I mean is that I miss who I was becoming,
the person I’m supposed to be,
the only version of me
worth being.
J. Raymond
"18 Months & Missing"
♥️💋🌹💋♥️
@intimateheartconnections ♥️
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