Sunday, September 11, 2011

I miss you more than Pocahontas missed John Smith.

I wish you were here, with me. For motivation, for a shoulder to cry on, for a broad back to cuddle up with, for a good laugh, for a great time, for company when I least expect it. I just want to hold you and see your entire physical appearance again, play games and read stories together. It's so hard to wish.

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