Little Things
I am so tired of missing the little things.
Drawn in close at night with a protective arm around your waist like they will protect you even whilst they are blissfully under the Sand Man’s thrall.
The gentle hand brushed against one’s back in passing.
The tender shoulder squeeze with a soft kiss when they come up behind you while your cooking dinner.
The tight hug for no reason at all.
Yeah, I miss the little things.
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