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...
On Saturday nights, as we both got off work, we'd finally settle in for our beloved movie marathons. I used to look forward to them, the best part of my bustling week.
We sat on our couch, enveloped in each-other's embrace.
It was truly enchanting to see your reactions to all those different scenes.
I remember, you would deliberately put on a horror movie, hoping to see my cliche reactions and me sticking closer to you but rather you ended up quivering, holding my hands and hiding in my solace from the shadows on the screen, every single time. That would make me burst up in a hearty laugh.
Oh love, how I loved every moment spent with you.
Now, I'm sitting on the same couch, a Saturday night, craving for your touch, craving for your warmth...
I'm longing for your presence, love... Why did you not take me with you, baby?
(WC: 170)
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AUTHOR'S NOTE :
I wrote something again after so long. I hope you like this chapter and I would love to see what you think about how the story is going...
