On winter days, when the cold brushes my bones, I hug you tight and run my icy hands across your chest. You squirm to…

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On winter days, when the cold brushes my bones, I hug you tight and run my icy hands across your chest. You squirm to…
on rainy days, I snug a little closer to youfilling my lungs with the scent of the earth and your warm breath your fingers…
The comfort of a long relationship! A short poem dedicated to the love I found many many years ago at the lunch table in…
Twenty years ago I came to realize one of the quirkiness of being a teenager. I was totally incapable of acting cool in front…
I was pretty sure that I would never have the kind of love story they show in movies. My life was mind numbingly normal.…
Being the awesome elder sister, I have done some pretty weird stuffs for my siblings. So earlier this year when my sister asked me…