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*how i miss you*
A sharp intake of breath as you see a man turn his head just so...
and the memories flood over you
making your heart race and
tears come to your eyes
tenderly
gently
you shake out the memories
letting them rest across your shoulders
warm, familiar
achingly sweet
and laying your head against them as you would a fur cape
breathing them
seeing them in the sweetest part of your heart
playing them out
then
collecting them, fitting them in and around and under
cushioning your heart against the hurting rough places
soothing as a balm.
