Hello, honey. It was really nice to see you again last night. You’ve been coming to visit more often (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.) The image of you that remained when I woke was that smile you had that stole my heart so many years ago now. I think you were at a beach, maybe Puerto Rico, after we were out of the rough patch and falling in love again. Remember? ...Read On
Added: 21 Jun 2014 | Category: Poetry |
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