Her.

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I sit across from her and watch her lips move with such elegance.
I love hearing her speak.
The many stories she lets pour out of her mouth or just understanding her mind is something I love.
Oh how I've wished to kiss her lips.
I love to hold her hand, feeling her warmth and power through such a simple act is something I never want to let go.
I love having her arms around me, it's a safety I have craved for so long.
Her presence is something I still haven't grasped yet.
Months have passed where I have only wondered what it would be like to have her next to me, and its finally real.
I put my hand on the side of her face as she continues to stare at me with such gorgeous eyes.
I turn to her and kiss her with the passion driven by the thought of, our world is broken and tonight we are the only things that can keep it, together.












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