Ianis😜
Joined April 2022
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Three heartbeats
I open my eyes and have to close them again, blinded by the light coming in through the window. I reach out and grieve when I find the empty half of the bed. I don't smell coffee and I don't hear the rattling of dishes in the kitchen when he's trying to prepare the little one. I hate when I wake up like this without him. I get out of bed and go to the window. I'll see him tomorrow because he's coming home. He felt my left hand and felt the small object in its place. This little object, so important to me, is the material proof of our love.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Confessions











