It's not the things we did that make me miss you the way I do. It's not the places we went, the things we said... I miss being around the core of you, your touch, your smell, your presence. I miss the essence of you.
Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
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