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1st Love

Ever stable, solid and true. We weren't always this way. Nothing in this world is perfect except my quite time with you. You hold me in your arms and it's always a perfect fit. I love the way you smell and how you softly kiss the top of my head And when your gone away, I can't sleep for a couple days. Missing you is not easy. I need your smile filled with the warmth of knowledge of my quirks. You say we are just comfortable with each other. This is true but how could it be a bad thing? A few times long ago you cut me off. I thought I would die, the world was so dark without you. The last time I found another to comfort my broken soul. It didn't work for long, it was doomed. Somehow you took me back and held me tightly this time. I was lost for awhile and you didn't know how to find me. But you noticed and that seemed to be enough. You talked to me so calmly so sure I was leaving you for another. How could I do that to you? My 1st love should be my last love and that's the way I have always seen it.
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Apr 11, 2012
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