Building a mystery

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longing

He's a big hug and a warm cup of tea.
He makes me laugh till my face hurts.
It's the small gestures he extends that show me how much he loves me.
It's being right next to him even though I am inside myself and him understanding that need for my space.
It's him knowing when to back away.
It's him knowing when to gently cajole or to bust down the door and kick my ass.

It's the smell of him on our sheets, his scent that lingers in the air like the sweetest perfume.
It's the warmth of his skin.
It's the way his eyes smile.
It's the way he loves me.

These are the things I miss the most when he's gone and the things that he still manages to do, even when he's half way round the world.

Tonight I miss him more than words...........

7:49 p.m. - 2009-11-24

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