Sometimes I'm too in love to get out of bed. This morning, the air was cold, but my husband's arms were warm. So were his smile and his lips and everything else.
I'd love for you to write a post on what Love is to you. And maybe several of us could do it...because I think you might find it interesting how we all may see it a little differently.
It's good to know you had a sweet time with your Sweetie. (sigh) It's that kind of stuff that makes it possible to get up again when "life" has knocked the breath out of you again.
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Beautiful ... thanks so much for sharing.
It's hard to live with an addict, hard to be an addict ...
but in the end, it's nice when we can just feel something really good.
I'm glad you did.
I'd love for you to write a post on what Love is to you. And maybe several of us could do it...because I think you might find it interesting how we all may see it a little differently.
It's good to know you had a sweet time with your Sweetie. (sigh) It's that kind of stuff that makes it possible to get up again when "life" has knocked the breath out of you again.
Praying you have many more...
abbie
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