Mornings filled with pancakes, kisses and silence. Those are some of the things I want but can't have.
Afternoons in which your fingers are entangled between mine, in which your lips leave a small but sweet trace through my spine.
Evenings with your eyes locked with mine, not watching the movies we're supposed to, with the voices as our soundtrack while my toes search for your ankle.
How I long for you. Come here.
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