You left here with something of yours last night. Everytime you come over, I never want you to leave. As we watch a movie, I lean on you, and you smile right back at me. Time flies by when you're here. But when you leave, your scent is on the pillow. And before I go to bed, I pick up that pillow, hold it close to me and smell it. Your scent makes me smile, and when I smell that pillow when you're gone, I smile, because I know that you'll be back tomorrow.
1/3/2004
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