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I put on your shirt every time I get undressed. It still smells like Sunday mornings before you wake, your skin warm from the sunlight and I lean down to kiss your shoulder before you raise your sleepy eyelids.
I sat down beside you on the bed, leaned over to kiss you and said, "I completely love you."
Then I left.
And there is no sadness in waiting, because Love does not wait, Love just loves without needing it in return.
I sat down beside you on the bed, leaned over to kiss you and said, "I completely love you."
Then I left.
And there is no sadness in waiting, because Love does not wait, Love just loves without needing it in return.