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Jun 2014
Him
I just want to hold his hand and

kiss his cheek and picture him

lying next to me.



His morning voice

his clothes of choice

are all things I can only imagine

yet I



See him every single day

and I know that I'll never

be strong enough to say



"I can picture our forever."




l.r.
I'm not a hopeless romantic; I'm just romantically hopeless.
Leia R
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