He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.
Denise HunterTags: love yearning missing denise-hunter the-accidental-bride
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