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My soulmate

When he walks into the room I freeze, I meet the stare of his glassy blue eyes and as he draws near to me my heart quivers. The sound of his voice sends shivers down my spine raising every hair in its path, when his hand touches mine my heart leaps within my rib cage; an electric shock is shot through my body rushing, racing to every nerve ending from my fingers to my toes. He wraps his strong muscular arms around my body entrancing me closer to him. He puckers his smooth soft lips and presses them against my forehead. His lips linger on my forehead before pulling away and whispering, “I love you”. This is the song my heart beats to hear and the reason blood pulses through my veins. My body and all its capacities ache for you.

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Darling love me for my mind

My love

I can see myself looking into his eyes everyday and not getting tired of the magical sea of blue. Always being comforted by the sound of his voice. Feeling at home every single time he puts his arms around me and never wanting to let go. I can envision every holiday with him, sitting by the Christmas tree with the sound of the crackling fire behind us, wearing our dorking pajamas reading ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas to our children. I look forward to every normal typical day where we wake up to the same old annoying alarm clock and click the snooze button for those five extra minutes of sleep as we pull each other close, rushing to get ourselves and the kids out the door on time and when we get home after a long day at work being comforted by each other’s presence, knowing that at the end of each day we’ll fall into each other’s arms and drift away to sleep.

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"I am a strong person. But every once in a while I would like someone to hold my hand and tell me things are going to be OK."

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Ryer and I do EXACTLY the same thing when someone wakes us up.

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"Vodka. Because 14 shots tasted better than thought of you loving someone that wasn’t me."

Jordyn Byrd (The boy who stole my innocence)

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