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You were love.  I only ever wanted to be your mother; not just a mother, but your mother.  With you, I buried my soul.

You were love. I only ever wanted to be your mother; not just a mother, but your mother. With you, I buried my soul.

Happiness is waking up in the middle of the night, and feeling the heat of the person next to you.You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state.They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own.You smile,kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them.You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face.You feel an arm wrap around your waist,and you know it doesn’t get any better than…

Happiness is waking up in the middle of the night, and feeling the heat of the person next to you.You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state.They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own.You smile,kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them.You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face.You feel an arm wrap around your waist,and you know it doesn’t get any better than…

just talk......that's all you have to do...talk to me for hours, or minutes, but just talk...and sooner or later I will know whether you have been to the places I have and whether you know the same world I do.....one small caveat, the talking has to occur in the woods...and the trees have to be a part of the conversation...

just talk......that's all you have to do...talk to me for hours, or minutes, but just talk...and sooner or later I will know whether you have been to the places I have and whether you know the same world I do.....one small caveat, the talking has to occur in the woods...and the trees have to be a part of the conversation...

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