
“If you were a book, I’d lick my fingers and toes and flip your pages until your spine creased and you lay consumed; then, I’d cup you in my palms and reread you.”
With nothing else to request or more than a hug 🤗
Love is a promise, a souvenir; once given, never forgotten, never let it disappear.
KINDNESS



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