I miss...

I misss......

Mary Tuxbury.......A woman I loved, and cared about more than she will ever admit or ever know.....
 
saldne said:
to be 9 years old again, my mother's love, to have life without fear and pain, to be able to trust and believe when someone says they love me. I miss...

I miss him.

I can relate to what you have written here...I miss very much someone that was very special to me...and like your poem she was my one and only drug....
 
Hearing Dad's big belly-laugh, Mom and Grandma and me laughing at the silly joke he started... sitting together with them during the holidays...
 
I miss Thanksgiving with my mom, but thank God for the man who helps me get through it...
 
...Taking care of someone
...Shaving her legs
...A full body rub
...Making love
...The way she smelled
...The look of contentment on her face
...Holding her tight

Being in love...
 
I miss snuggling next to someone special-that is one of the best feelings in the world to me.
 
I miss rubbing my man down with lotion after he got out of a bath i bathed him in...Mmmm I can't wait until after Xmas! :rose:
 
I miss...

waking up to my s/o sleeping on my chest

holding hands walking down the street

coming up behind my s/o in the kitchen to nuzzle her neck

the fun of christmas as a kid

visiting my dad
 
keiffers said:
I miss...

waking up to my s/o sleeping on my chest

holding hands walking down the street

coming up behind my s/o in the kitchen to nuzzle her neck

I hear you. :(
 
i miss hearing my man swear and giggle at the same time about how i've given him a new addiction...australia's gift to the biscuit world, tim tams!
 
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