October 13th. 2009
“ I can sit here with you forever. I don’t have to touch you, I don’t have to hear your voice. I don’t even have to look at you. As long as I know that you’re here besides me. If I can smell your scent that I’ve grown to adore more than that of roses, hear you breath, feel your warmth penetrating the air around me, I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine.
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