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And there he was…

 
Standing in front of me
While my weariness rested on his chest
My forehead
Brushing the soft cotton of his shirt
My words silent
As my tears smiled
 
I looked up
Faintly familiar
His gentle eyes reassuring
As his arms circled my waist
Life was perfect
 
Then the sound of my phone  
Woke me up
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