I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.
My father didn’t tell me how to live;he lived, and let me watch him do it
For when Iwaltzed with Chris, I’d made him someone else.
She loves him sobut he didn’t stay.The wind can’t blowthis storm away.
God’s greatest desire is for you to come to Him.
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