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I've been missing authentic selflessness devoted kindness and the soft laughter you let out when I used to do things like try to cheer you up I've been missing fiery conversations deep and vibrant they used to dance across my face every time I had a stollen space alone with your voice I've been missing grace within strangers the signs of simplicity in nature The way you'd stuff me into your envelope embrace and those hearty compliments that  I used to save up for calloused malnourished days I miss you impressing my brother with your dutifulness and natural peace, showing big bright flecks of acceptance in your eyes I miss the lightness I would feel the second I pulled into our parking lot and saw your muddy shoes outside our place I miss noticing the yellow parts of the day brought by your soothing spontaneity I miss laying my wild heart down at night and being able to close my eyes without wasp anxiety stinging the lining of my stomach I miss sleep and the way I used to be with you. Pure     beautiful     lovely                and utterly unique
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Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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I've been missing authentic selflessness devoted kindness and the soft laughter you let out when I used to do things like try to cheer you up I've been missing fiery conversations deep and vibrant they used to dance across my face every time I had a stollen space alone with your voice I've been missing grace within strangers the signs of simplicity in nature The way you'd stuff me into your envelope embrace and those hearty compliments that  I used to save up for calloused malnourished days I miss you impressing my brother with your dutifulness and natural peace, showing big bright flecks of acceptance in your eyes I miss the lightness I would feel the second I pulled into our parking lot and saw your muddy shoes outside our place I miss noticing the yellow parts of the day brought by your soothing spontaneity I miss laying my wild heart down at night and being able to close my eyes without wasp anxiety stinging the lining of my stomach I miss sleep and the way I used to be with you. Pure     beautiful     lovely                and utterly unique
to my husband.
lucanna
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lucanna
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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