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Dec 2013
Nothing felt worse
than waking up
with no held hand
no cuddles
no smell of freshly brewed coffee
and home cooked breakfast
and no good morning kisses.

but again,
just like how it was before
I took the leap to find you again,
each sunrise
each waking day
is a reminder
that I am coming closer to you, to home.
And this time,
when we are back in each other's arms
it will be a promise
that we will never be away
even a heartbeat's space
from each other again. :)

You are loved and missed, Anne.
I can still smell your hair every waking time.

Yours, only yours,
Mims
mims
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mims  Neverland
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