My baby could be here right now, keeping me company. Reminding me of all the reasons I should be happy without saying a word. Holding me. I miss him so, so much.
It’s only when you’re not busy and just sit still doing nothing that it truly sits in, that you realize the extent of your longing for his presence and comfort.
I can’t wait till I get to see you again, baby. I love you.
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The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.
1984, George Orwell
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I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.
Groucho Marx
