I know I didn't make you up inside my head. I remember your voice in my ear and your breath upon my neck whispering "iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou" as we walked down the beach. I remember the rough pads of your finger tips grazing my back. I remember the way our hands fit together and the feel of your soft, wet curly hair just out of a shower. I remember your kisses and the way you have me butterflies. I remember the sound of you breathing when I slept with my head on your chest. I remember a million little things but none of them are as precious as having you here.
So I am holding my breath, waiting for you to be in my arms again. And I will wait until the end of the earth. Because there is nothing I'd rather have in my life than you. And the end of the earth will come quicker if you never make it back to me.
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