I miss the feeling of not having someone to dote on, to think about when the nights are cold and I'm alone in my bed, stuck in my body which is out of my control. I miss the feeling of warmth and long embraces. I miss you, my darling, even though you're miles apart from me. I feel you close to me, so close that you can press your warm lips on mine but that will never happen because you're too far away from me. I'm desperate to make you mine again and start over. It's up to you whether you want to start over with me. Is it all in my head? Or is there a connection between you and I that we both missed along the way of life?
The end.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
