And we leaned in, a smile still playing on my face, a smile still on yours and we kissed ...
The sight of your smile was a delight beyond compare...
I'm longing for your presence, love....
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A series of diary entry found by a young girl in her mot...
I remember, rather vividly, us walking around the bustling market, hand in hand, crisp cold winds blowing, our noses painted red with the cold, heading towards the cute little cafe down the street to have our ever-favorite cappuccino... Even in the cold, I felt so warm with you...
Oh, how we adored that place, it was where we had our very first date... The same table being our abode, ever since...
And you laughed over a silly joke I made, your eyes crinkling, and I laughed being spellbound by you... I loved you more, every time you smiled, every time you laughed, every time you took a breath... The sight of your smile was a delight beyond compare.
As I sit over the same table today, I yearn to hear the sound of your laughter once again... Today, I yearn more for your return, love ... Come back to me, I pray and beg...
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