2006-07-06
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Even when I know that I witness true love every day, I can not recognize it for myself.
I will tell him how I feel when he is sleeping. I lay next to his heavy breathing waiting for my sleep to kick in. I whisper secrets and hope that he hears me.
We make magic together.
There is something soft and tender in every kiss we give and take. Sometimes the hard and heavy make-up leads us to think there is little else between us. And then he catches me off guard and holds my heart with his.
It doesn't feel like he could possibly be leaving now. Not after this. Not after all of this.
But he will, and we will still be stuck with each other... sticking with each other.
oilandwater at 4:19 p.m.