Defining love hundreds or thousands of miles away, completely separated, and detached from each other…and the second you see them it’s like you were never apart. No matter the happenings, no matter the time, nor the distance. It’s always there. It’s a burning feeling in your stomach, it’s that nagging feeling in your mind, it’s that tugging on your heart that’s POUNDING for the seconds that you know are passing…Just wishing they would stop…That time would just cease to exist and you could have that feeling WITH that person forever, for all of eternity.
Day 11: Pick one thing you miss and describe it in detail.
I miss the way he holds my hand…I love how he ALWAYS holds my hand. He’s a man of love…Interlocked fingers and all, there’s no separating us, doesn’t matter where we are, who we’re with, how we’re sitting/standing. We’re ALWAYS holding hands.