I miss the familiar warmth of being in someone's arms, the slow rise and fall of his chest lulling me to sleep. I miss the security of knowing he'll still be there when I wake up.
"There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny."
Pablo Neruda
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what i wouldn't give to see this with my own eyes
