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I thought that the initial amount of missing Christopher was because it was palpable to me how much I would grow to miss him. My heart aches more every day. I think I realized how lucky I was to have him, but not truly how much I loved him. I just want my bebe boi to come home.
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Cheesy words written on an old receipt. I hope it was something the person who photographed had purchased with the one they missed. But man, I miss Christopher.
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wish my house head a record player.
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Being told I was smart and above average from a young age was probably one of the worst things to happen to me because now I have a complex and question my entire existence when I dont excel at something right away100% accurate
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Something happened this morning when I awoke to you lightly breathing. It was sublime. My chin rested on your shoulder the skin so soft on my cheek. I couldn't help but kiss the sweetness. On nights when I sleep alone it does not matter how many blankets wrap my restless body. I wake cold. Nothing is as warm as your arms. Like that of a Texas breeze on an August night. I can only think to kiss your unshaven face. The kisses are planted gently, first your cheek, then your temple, and your forehead, when I come to the tip of your nose you stir slightly, but I cannot stop. I want it more then the ocean waves need the shoreline to crash upon. Looking at your face I smile at the odd way we met. With a breath of rum and an intoxicated grin we spoke. "I don't like you" "Yea? Well I don't like you first!" Like children picking on their first crush. Tying to fight back the giggles. Our childish ways still run strong. In your absence I sit and watch the ticking minutes laugh at my uneasiness. Hours with others are mere minutes with you. The clocks envy our cherished time and tick-tock more rapidly when we are alone. All our time would never be enough. When we get lost in each other, the way the lonely roadrunner looses himself as he runs up and down the oak covered hills, it is love at its best. This morning when the soft breathes you took woke me and my chin rested upon your shoulder, something happened. As the kisses fell and your eyes continued to sleep; I realized that this is where I belong. Drifting slowly into love with you.
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| Me: | I just want to cuddle. |
|---|---|
| Christopher: | Duddle? Is this some new type of sex position? |
| Christopher: | I'm down for trying anything once! |
| Me: | ... I meant cuddle.... |
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The fact that this definitely describes me makes me lawl.
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