Being called a writer.

Imagine, I hugged you then kissed you on the cheek. I miss you my darling as, I lay here and think…

You said, “Close your eyes” your fingers touched my lips, “Don’t speak just listen,” then you whispered to my ear with words I had been waiting all my life to hear.

“Marry me, Pretty, let’s never part only you can fit the missing pieces to my puzzled heart.” “I long for the genuineness in your caring ways, sincerity only real love can make.”