To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
23rd April ‛94
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