Sometimes I just want us all to ourselves. To not worry about not being here. To pack us up and just go. Like the days of old. Load up the horse and buggy and down the road we will go. But no thats not how it is. It's sitting and waiting all day for him to come home my heart waiting for his arms. I hate that I miss him so much He hates that he's gone so much. So for now I'll wait and beg no more for just a chance to dash out in the snow.
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