Across the Atlantic

The feeling of his fingertips running across my skin and of the reflection of myself in his enchanting eyes. How it feels to run my fingers through his tousled hair in the morning and how the inside of his hand feels to mine. The way he speaks to other people and the way he sleeps next to me at night.

These are the things I long to know.

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