You don't understand how much I love you.
No, not romance. It's not intimate.
It's just...
Love.
Like how someone loves old memories or a best friend.
But...
I love you more than that.
You're not a best friend, but my right hand.
The echo of my laugh.
My footsteps as I walk.
You are part of me.
And me of you.
And the happiness you grant me
Can't be compared to anything else in the world.
Because we pull at each others hair and heart strings,
We poke fun and poke feelings,
We promise, that we'll always be there.
And I belive you.
Each and every one of you, I believe you.
Because I love you, so, so much.
And I know you love me too.
But how do you explain a bond,
A bandage,
A chain,
A trust,
So great and so deep,
That even when seperated,
We still hold on.
Because I will see you again.
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Poems, Stories, And Unorganized Messes
Historia CortaShort stories, poems, snippets, scraps, scripts, and more...whatever I feel like writing. Kind of a dumpster where I just dump what I'm thinking, but it doesn't smell as bad. I hope. Copyright 2014 (c) by DiscardedOpus13 All rights reserved. No part...
