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misslittlefeisty: When your fingers reach for warmth, all you feel is the sullen emptiness of the space next to you and the coldness of the sheets. No one’s there no matter how hard you wish for the person you love to be right next to you, hands intertwined. And you’re left with the softness of the covers and the cuddly stuffed toy they left you to remember them by while you’re alone.

j'adore l'amour.

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