I pull her towards me when I feel alone. I brush her hair when she seems cold. She plays with my cheeks when she's bored then makes me smile because she enjoys it. I smile because I enjoy it. I hold her hands but I get nervous; I want to kiss her. When we're nearing, I can feel her breathing. It's warm and lively. I never want to see her gloomy as I saw her yesterday. And if I do I'll be there. Always.
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Infinity
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