Tonight . . . whenever I am able to finally sleep, I will dream of you. You have helped me forget my stresses for a while. You have held me and touched my heart. I have heard your heart beat and have held your hands. We have crawled inside each other trying to touch organs -- I suppose. Our spirits are already connected, still we want more. Unlike the moments here, moments there, thanks to you we had hours -- a half day together.
Thank you, my love Tawnya, for your spirit, for your love, for everything!
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That I love this dear special woman is my chant and call.
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