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Missing You
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Missing You Sitting in the chair I mindlessly grab my mug and swallow down the passage of time. I shouldn’t miss you this much, but I do. I smiles when I see her face before reality erases the mirage of my mind. How long has it been since I saw you last? The clock doesn’t keep track of time like that. Was it just this morning I left your embrace. Has it been weeks or months? I know it has felt like forever. Yet, I can still feel your body pressed to mine. Know how my arms engulf you and your breasts flatten against my chest as we pull each other closer simply because it feels right. I can feel the strands of your hair kiss and snuggle my neck and cheek as your head rests against my shoulder. My mind conjures up the subtle aroma of you as I feel you hold me. The memory of our reality is transplanting itself into the reality of now. For I feel at peace here with you, despite you being far too many heartbeats away. I say I miss you, but you are always here with me. I miss the reality of you even though I always feel the memory of you. Of course I miss they way your lips meld to mine. I remember every breathtaking curve of you. Every perfect imperfection. How you feel when we are together, when we are one. The joy and happiness I feel when I see your beautiful face give me strength more than you will ever know. You are more than a gorgeous woman, more than a sweet caring soul. More than a friend. More than a lover. You are the best of what I myself want to be. The memory of your smile is my reminder of how lucky I am. I just like it when I can reach out and make sure the dream is a reality. Every moment isnt perfect or a fairy tale. But in the end they are all better when you are around. I shouldn’t miss you this much, but I do. So when you see me smile as I approach, feel the vigor of my embrace, and my fingers trace your beautiful face, simply know this moment has played in my mind since I saw you last. And this moment now, here with you, will play in my mind until I see you again. |
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Was watching a show and the notion of really missing someone (you know where the couple runs to each other and he lifts her into his arm in a big embrace) made me want to explore that emotion and the end result was this post. Just tried to give te simple notion some depth and context, not sure thats what I did but this was my first pass at it just to challenge myself (and procrastinate on the other 4 stories I have worked off and on this past week lol) The graphic was just playing around with stock photos etc. Theres no call to action but was just me dipping my toes into it all (playing with fonts, color, chaning the filter of the picture etc. Anyway hope you enjoyed this lil exersize.
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mmm....yah...i get the emotion...the dept of emotion...i tell you...you are sooo good...i really enjoy it...
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JP u r correct not your usual style... yet you nailed it!!! Tou are a gifted man.... ty for letting us see who u are and what we can be.... BDG101
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Wait did i forge to say that i loved it? sorry, cause i did... lots!! tty BDG101
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7/18/2017 3:11 am |
Sorry i am so late in commenting, yet was worth the wait till i had a moment to reflect and enjoy. Thinking of feeling for someone so deeply that time cannot fathom how much you miss them nor how it passes when you see them again is like being given anesthesia. Sitting there with your mug the clock is so loud the moments they are gone, like never ending. Being away from your loved one to be put under or waiting in the waiting room, the clock ticks so slowly. Yet, when you wake and see them, it is as if the clock never existed! Standing aside waiting, yes, surely you remember the minutes it took to see that your loved one was okay. However, some how, it just slips away as you look at them, devouring those moments knowing they would come back to you. Every moment that clock ticked away, it was moments thinking of your loved one. *sighs, to know that there is only so much a clock gives and takes is measured by how steadfast that love is to you. Wonderful as always-TCWL~Fruity True love stories never have endings. by Richard Bach
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thank you so glad you liked it and as always you are far too kind 
thank you
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