| Tuesday, May 22, 2007 |
| Things I Miss |
sleeping with my leg hooked over his
the look in his eyes that made me weak with anticipation of his kiss...and then his kiss
drifting off to sleep with my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest. The impression that I am safe, anchored by this good guy.
hearing someone tell me they miss me alreadyLabels: life in stepford |
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