And all I can think about is how much I want you here with me. I catch myself looking at pictures of you, wishing I could hold you all day and all night. Keep you warm in this coldness outside. A song as old as time itself but now with my voice sounded. I miss her. Her being you of course. I crave that feeling when you fit perfectly in my arms. Every time. I wish you would stay. Stay a little longer. Stay forever.
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