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Pitter patter, I hear your footsteps running lightly. Your figure hidden in the shadows of you. You run your slim fingers through my hair and kiss me with life pouring from your mouth.

Your gentle disposition and soft spirit draw me near to you. I hear you sometimes when you talk in your sleep. I wonder what it is that's going through your mind. You sit up and continue the conversation and I laugh a little bit.

The way you mean everything to me, the way you mean everyone and everywhere, and you're the most vulnerable in the situation. God I love you.