In the stillness of her bedroom, alone in the dark, in the quiet...she tests her voice...her words...unsure of the delivery but so wanting them to be heard...to be felt... “Love?” She whispers on a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding...”Love?” She says a little louder but only just...”I miss you...tonight, when you close your eyes to sleep come find me...I will be waiting for you when I close my eyes to dream..."
Sometimes we don't know what we want. Heck, most of the time we barely know what it is we need. So, isn't it amazing then that when we find it, stumble across it or when it finds us, it is basically immediately clear that it is in fact what was needed, what was wanted? Like, say you're putting together a puzzle. Perhaps it's one with oh let's say a thousand pieces (whew that's ALOT) http://clipart-library.com/jigsaw-puzzle.html You start with the edges putting them together and b...
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