I will always come back to the time I told you about the stars, and how all the constellations each had a story and how they all fit together in the night sky.
I remember making love to you all day and all of the night in your apartment and in your bedroom, and how the smell of coffee came upon my unearthly white skin and how you kissed my blue and green eyes and how you sniffed my hair and told me I was the most precious thing in the world.
I think about you all the time and I dream about a future with only you.
you have brown hair, the softest coffee-colored creamy skin, and the sweetest most softest eyes with hardworking hands.
whether your skin is brown, and your eyes are not a deep blue.
believe me honey, there is nothing I would ever change about you
only because I will love you in all I say or do and trust me beloved, they’re all just motherfucking jealous.
because I think I look good on only you.
Come back to me love….
come back to me….
For I will love you forever and always until the day I die.
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