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chrisfel eliza

I don't think I think enough.
Monday, September 30, 2013
It must be nice

to come home in the evenings with arms awaiting to enfold you within. 

A kiss on the forehead.

A "how has your day been?" with warm, smiling eyes.

Shoulders to rest your head upon. 

Fingers to intertwine yours with.

It must be nice to come home to someone who cares enough. 

Who cares delicately. 

To come home to someone.

To be home, finally.

Yes, that must be nice.

chrisfel at 07:48