I'm beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large but something small and already here.
The smile of someone you love it's like the warm sunset, your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.
"I miss your tan skin and your sweet smile, so good to me so right and how you held me in your arms that a few days ago. Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming if we loved again I swear I’d love you right.."
With Love,
DM
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