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Day One

I don’t know exactly where you are, or how you’re doing. I don’t know if you’re eating, or if you’re sleeping. But, I’m worried. I haven’t heard from you, and it’s been 24 hours. I don’t know if you just don’t want me to know; I don’t know if I just can’t know. And, I’m worried. I miss you, with every ounce of my soul. I want you back home, in our bed, in my arms. I want you next to me, smiling as I tell you I’ve done all the things you’ve taught me. I love you, with everything that I have. I can’t wait until you’re back home, in our bed, in my arms. Forever.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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