Tuesday, 20 August 2024

Rest


 I will say this much, 

There isn't a day that goes by when I don't miss you. 

I wish I could rest my head on your chest, and sleep.

I want to tell you so much. 

Every silly detail. 

I know you tell me I talk too much but I also know you miss me too. 




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