wishing he was there next to me. as i dozed back to sleep, unwilling to let the sandman slip from my grip, i dreamed about spooning. i dreamed about the warmth of him next to me and debated where his hand would sit or perhaps grip.
last time we talked he proposed the idea of a pj spooning date. i wonder if he knew that i wouldn't be able to shake that idea from my head.
in his nature he doesn't dwell on items. my nature allows me to just do that.
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my motto was simply just to try.
i hate my motto when i try and fail.
more often than not, i do fail.
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the realities or just perception of one transplant in her mid-twenties
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