May 2017
The day I met you
I think I thought that I could die right there on the spot,
as long as I could shed my skin and
come back as a gentle breeze
on the back of your neck.
I think I thought that I could die right there on the spot,
as long as I could shed my skin and
come back as a gentle breeze
on the back of your neck.
I wrote this upon meeting my husband for the first time on December 6, 2006.
(30/F/Kentucky)
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