I heard his giggle.
His laugh.
I saw his smile.
I felt his warm touch.
His fluffy ears will and are adorable.
I miss him.
I need him.
I want him.
He said he loved me.
He laughed.
I held what he left in my hands.
His ring.
Til death do we part?
Yeah right.
I'm getting him back.
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Hanahaki Disease
Phiêu lưuIt's better if you read the story rather than me explaining it, but...here's a teaser to it. Thorns are sharp Petals are soft I'm in between Nobody knows who I am... They call me hanahaki.... Because of my disease. I was born with it. My sister do...
