
You miss me, don’t you?
You miss seeing me, don’t you?
You miss talking to me, don’t you?
You miss hearing my voice, don’t you?
You miss seeing my face every day, don’t you?
You miss laughing with me, don’t you?
You miss telling me about your day, don’t you?
You miss kissing me good night, don’t you?
You miss me comforting you, don’t you?
You miss me wiping away your tears, don’t you?
You miss me telling you that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, don’t you?
You miss me telling you how much I love you, don’t you?
You miss hearing me tell you that I’ve loved you your whole life, don’t you?
You miss me telling you how perfect you are, don’t you?
You miss me right now, don’t you?
You miss me, don’t you?
Then come back, won’t you?
Come home, won’t you?
Please? Won’t you?
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Wow, Amy . . . thanks for sharing how you feel. This helps me understand even more what you are going through.
Love,Bill http://www.billworthbooks.com
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