Something in the way he moves.
The rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. Brushing his hand through his hair. Walking across the room. His hands as he grasp the glass he is drinking from. His eyes, eyelashes, lazy and sultry as he looks at me.
Very few words, no arguing, no hatred.
Whats wrong with this picture?
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Wth me it was her laugh. The look in her eyes when she would lean over to kiss me. The way she would sigh when she cuddled up to me in the night. There is nothing wrong with it, except of course she's gone.
Lol
Well I left that part out in the spirit of sounding mushy. That blows mushy right outta the damn water and goes straight for hardcore perv.
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