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Sweet cruel dreams

The warmth of your body next to mine

The sweet smell of your hair

Feeling your soft skin next to mine

The passion and connectedness as one

I awake, alone, and tortured

Yet I carry the experience with me as though it was real

Hoping

Leaving is torturous

But staying is death

Yet as I lay here aching

I contemplate return

The preciousness of a life beginning. Innocent, dear, fragile. If only the world deserved this treasure.

Sometimes I just want to disappear, to fade away like the fog, as I search for who I am.
When you love someone, you protect them...including from yourself.
“This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself.”

— Marianna Paige