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All That’s Left

Our love story is reenacted in every harrowing love story I see. I sense it in every embrace, feel it in every lovers kiss. And I ache for you. Long for you with a force that cannot be matched or described. I need you. Every part of you, inside and out. Your voice, your lips, your hands… your thoughts. Especially your thoughts. Everything you think, everything you say or have ever uttered is important and precious to me. There is nowhere I’d rather be than with you. No way that I would rather spend my time, no matter what we are doing. Even if it’s nothing at all. But I can barely get a word. Is this what my life has come to? Is this what’s left?

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