Some days I sit at my computer and expect to hear a voice from the other side of the room, asking if i would like a tea, or what movie would we like to watch, I wake in the night and miss a hand on my waste. Too look up and see a pretty set of brown eyes looking into mine.
A new life that misses the old one, The fire and feelings... The needs and the wants The love and the return of it. As someone once said... To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Sometimes I really miss my old life but it makes me think what to do with the new one laid before me.
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