Love Is
I think love is waking every morning reading her post,not seeing her post,feeling down,wondering what happened this morning,wondering if she slept well, love is me thinking of me rushing to prepare her breakfast,fruits maybe coffee,wishing you could see her attire,straighten her jacket collar, peck her on the cheek ..as she rushes out the door....Love is playing the scenario over and over again ,each and every morning with a smile..
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