Whisperings of the heart

I wish you would just show up on my doorstep.
Not with anything special, just you. And when I’d open the door,
you’d smile. And while I’m trying to figure out what the hell
you’re doing here, you’d tell me how hard the past months
have been, how much you’ve thought about me, how much you
regretted everything. And then you’d take me into your
arms and ask me to forgive you, and I would without hesitation.
Then you’d grab my face and kiss me the way you used to,
and everything would be perfect again.


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