Thursday, March 12, 2009
On a rare day I don't get to see Dan . . .
I miss seeing his eyes wrinkle with his smile. I miss talking to someone who has quickly become my best friend. I miss his stories. I miss talking about anything and everything together. I miss planning our endless trips doing the things we both love. I miss him coming up behind me and putting his arms around my waist. I miss his laugh. I miss how adorable he and the best part is he doesn't even know it.
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