I think it's about time you come to Melbourne. I miss you, even though I've never had you to begin with. It kills me to not be able to communicate with you consistently. I hope you are happier without me than I am without you. I dream of your cuddles, kisses and more. I long for your hold and I'm such an emotional wreck that I seem to be doing that more and more often, rather than focusing on "important" things. But these "important" things aren't nearly as important as you, us. So I know I'll continue pushing those things away to make more room for time with you, when I'm not really with you. I really think it's about time you come to Melbourne. My bed was made for two, and my heart was made for you 😳💕☺
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
