The gaps in my timeline are the spaces I left to fill with the memories we can make.
The morning coffee tastes best when it's shared.
The beauty of your eyes need to see the beauty reflected in mine.
The cold nights need to be warmer by two bodies instead of one.
The warmth of your face needs to feel the beat of my heart as it lays on my chest.
The cold of your feet need to tickle the warmth of mine.
The spaces between my fingers need to be filled.
The scent of you needs to be permanently imprinted on my pillows, clothes, bed, and memory.
The person you label as your first love never really is, the one who really is makes you realize you put that title on the wrong person.
My first love will be my last love, my last love will be my lasting love.
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