9 days : Inching closer to you like a slug during mating season. Mmmm
When my sky turns grey and the thunder starts to roll and it seems as if tomorrow will never come, I turn to you. The look in your eyes, the touch of your hands, the sound of your voice ... it's all I need to brighten my day and blow the rainy clouds away. You are my angel from above, sent to me ... why? I do not know, but what I do know is that I don't deserve it. when I look into your eyes, feel your gentle touch, it sends chills up my spine sending me into an ecstasy beyond explanation.
BB, I miss you
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