a quiet desire for forgotten dreams
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
I miss...
Some days I miss a hand to hold on to... having a hand touch the small of my back... having a shoulder to lean on to.
I miss looking right into a pair of eyes and having everything I feel understood without a word ever whispered.
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