It's almost like I'm feeling her come through me. Every time we're together it's stronger and stronger. I can feel her moods and her needs. It makes me want to do more to make her happy. I'd kill for her. I'd die for her.
My hand is still in her hair as she stretches out on my chest. I run my other hand down her back, fingers lightly trailing down her spine. We should get remarried, but it's probably too soon for that.
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Date: 2009-10-04 12:47 am (UTC)From:My hand is still in her hair as she stretches out on my chest. I run my other hand down her back, fingers lightly trailing down her spine. We should get remarried, but it's probably too soon for that.
"When's your mother coming?"