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I answer the phone, reluctantly. When he calls, I sigh (a ploy). I want him near me everyday. But it's been 49 months, 21 days, and 22 hours since we first met. Since then I've missed his touch; only heard his voice through a receiver/listened to his breath when he sleeps.
We've lived many lives since that April. Inevitably we'll thrive some more. But whose to say we'll meet again? Whose to say, we'll touch?
3 comments:
love that song
Beautiful song and touching post :)
Thanks for following back.You have a lovely blog.
thanks Sweta! that means a lot. we're now officially blog buddies1 :)
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