Rob, I'll miss you tonight. It's only been hours since we peeled ourselves apart, cradled in that soft bliss--that world where nothing else exists--called your bed. I've gone on with my day, and you with yours, but I've never really left you.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
missing spoon
Rob, I'll miss you tonight. It's only been hours since we peeled ourselves apart, cradled in that soft bliss--that world where nothing else exists--called your bed. I've gone on with my day, and you with yours, but I've never really left you.
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