Who will love you when I'm gone?
Who will know that you love pizza with jalapenos, pineapple and pepperoni?
Who will laugh at the quirkly dry sense of humor?
Who will kiss your forehead, tenderly in the night, when no one else is looking?
Who will hear words uttered only to the lover here for just a fleeting moment and then gone like the morning mist evaporating in the warming sun.
Who?
1 comment:
Ah the bittersweetness of this message!
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