All I can think about, all I can truly care about, is her...
I miss her so much, the way her fingers fit into mine, the way she fits into my side, the scent of her hair, the warm flavor of her lips and neck, the gentleness of her touch, the way her eyes shine in the moonlight, the way her skin is always so soft, the way the pale porcelain cast is mixed with the sweet dark dots of her freckles, and the way they dust her flesh, in a likened gentle manner as her finger tips dust my arms and her lips brush my neck.
I miss her smile, the way she smiles, the way she laughs, the way she walks, talks, observes and wanders, and how she always seems to rest on me, and basks in my strength, and feels the safety I extend to her, the protection and love I hold for her, and the desire we hold for one another. How much I long for her, how much does she make life seem better, shopping, cleaning, all things we do not enjoy, cooking, for her, washing dishes for me, things we do not enjoy, and yet when we are together, they seem enjoyable, fun even, little things that we find pleasure in, delight in each other.
The dull pang, the smoldering agony, the tearing of distance and separation, and of being apart.
Time moves too slowly, but love burns strongly.
Music
=
Love
=
Life
Endure...
~Caleb
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