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Sep 11
“I
   Was
     Broken
        To
        Protect you
            And you were broken to understand me”

“You're silly, you’re cute, you’re annoying”
“You don’t like me?”
“That’s not what I said,  I LIKE YOU”
Giggles and smiles.

-Watching Star Wars-

“Were you sad when Liam Neeson died?”
“That ******* died?”
“No in the movie silly”
As we talked about how he became one with the universe, force
I giggled until I was snorting.


You’re asleep.
You are laying next to me, you’re so beautifully masculine; your hair brushed against the pillow.
I love days with you, but at nighttime when the world is quiet, from your hair to your arms, your warmth, your heartbeat. I could lay here and say that every moment led me to that high, that need for your touch,
And for who you are, every breath I have in your presence is a breath not wasted.
You are my every heartbeat, you are my joy, you’re my peace and my light, darkness when you need to be, but with you I’ll always be safe, you will always be my home.
And here I go to sleep and dream of roses and playing pool and letters and post it’s and sweet nothings that leave butterflies and daydreams, blushing and being yours, Moments of laughter and the feeling as though the night went by too fast but here we are. You are my very first and last thought. You are a perfect dream. You are my peace. Goodnight.
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  32/F
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