I could feel her breath as she’s sleeping next to me
Sharing pillows and cold feet
She can feel my heart; fell asleep to its beat
Under blankets and warm sheets
If only I could be in that bed again
If only it were me instead of him
One text can make my heart skip a beat. I am such a sucker for a sweet line, or a temporary feeling. Because I always see the good.
Where the Wild Things are made me feel like a child. All over again. I liked it. I am still a child at heart.
You're on my mind, love.
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