You’re there when I’m curled up in bed, cozy socks on, skimming the Times. You would have leaned over me, brushed your lips over my forehead, and pulled out the DealBook section for yourself to read. Lazy Sundays have not been the same.
You creep into my thoughts when I get the promotion at work; I now have my dream role. I’m on top of the world — you’re the first person I want to call.
Your face emerges as I pass by the train station around your apartment. …
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Love thy neighbour as yourself, but choose your neighbourhood. – Louise Beal
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