I miss knowing as soon as I wake up that someone somewhere is thinking of me.
I miss wondering suddenly what he is doing now.
I miss wondering if he'd like this or that ice cream flavor.
I miss sleeping and being unable to dream because life is too good.
I miss smiling when listening to the ringtone of my cell
I miss paying particular attention when migraine ads appearing on TV
I miss wondering if a particular coffee would suite you fine
I miss hanging from his huge arms
I miss flying in his arms
I miss flying in his lips
I miss flying.
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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