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He sighs.
My door is always open for you. There's no mystery in using the espresso maker or opening another bottle of merlot, is there?
The fridge is always full of health food.
You can use my 'puter to get your e-mail, order your pills, and do as much else as you want, whenever you want.
Yes, the stereo works in the bedroom, and so will your cell phone.
You can read any of my ten thousand books, outloud if you don't like my music.
Now, what, pray tell, can't you understand?
Yes, the busses run at night around here.
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klairchen
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That's it.
My bags are packed and I'm outta here.
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birdmad
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where are you headed?
can i go too?
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ladybird
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me too! me too! I'll make myself useful I promise....I am good at opening bottles of Merlot
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sEth
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*looks at clock.......sigh*
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Aimee
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God this sucks... it's so hard being this far away from. You can only imagine how much I miss you... Logan, I just want to hold you and I just want to fall asleep in your arms. Is that so wrong? honestly, is it? I miss you so much that it's made me cry numerous times. *sighs* I'm glad I went home, but I want you here. I know I'll be home in a little over 19 hours. Oh sweetheart... I wanna come home. I want you to kiss me and give me that wonderful feeling in my tummy every time I'm around you... I love you
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unhinged
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being an idealist and a cynic is a rather uncomfortable dichotomy
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dondeestanlosjaguares
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In between songs that only two lovebirds know how to sing, there are infinite "sighs" that shower those fine-tuned, heart-born notes.
In between waves of a blue ocean on a sandy, white beach, you can hear the same infinite "sighs" in the wind against the surface of the waves.
In the middle of the nite, tossing and turning around in bed, not being able to substitute the absence along their side, "sighs" escape the lovers' breaths as they reach across the bed to find it empty.
On the phone, in each other's arms, far away from each other, in a state of ending daydreams, you can hear these "sighs" rippling the silence like a the first drop of rain over a shallow lake.
And after those "sighs" an "I love you."
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DavesHeroinGirl
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I couldn't have written it better myself.
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what's it to you?
who
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