Love Language
I miss the way your lips feel on mine.
I know that doesn’t make sense because we’ve never physically met, but I do.
And I’m fully aware that it may be because my love language is physical touch…
But I don’t think it is anymore.
I think it’s you.
It’s how your shy smile never failed to calm my storms.
There mere sound of your voice would make my heart race like a thousand horses.
And for the rest of my life i know I will forever be chasing the feeling i want forever.. to meet you for the first time.
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