Monday, February 9, 2009

I miss You.

This morning as I turned from your embrace and walked into the airport, my eyes welled up with tears. I think of how much I am going to miss you from that very second until I am in your arms again for a short time.

I find solace in your eyes and in your touch. Your smile and your voice warms my heart.
I love you.

You know it's love when you can't stop thinking about him.

You know it's love when you'd rather be in a relationship-apart than not in a relationship at all.

You know it's love when your happiness is dependant on his.

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