Loving Him
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Complete Sat, Dec 31, 2016<5 mins
It's an eating your favorite food every day, singing your favorite song on repeat, living every day like it's your last kind of feeling. And the only word she can find to describe it is . . . more.
But sometimes your favorite food changes, and your favorite song loses its meaning, and one day it really will be your last.
So how do you describe what it feels like to love.
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Notes
" You didn't tell me it was going to be this hard . " " Oh but I didn't say it was going to be easy , but I did say we'd make it didn't I .? " " I can recall , yes . " " Than trust me , I love you . " " Do you mean it .? " " Yes and I'll say it until the day I can't produce breath from my lungs . "Complete
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