Copy ImageSomeday we're going to look back on every shared smile and smile some more. It's moments like this that make life worth enduring
Nadège Richards
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You just know something is amiss, when you look at someone and long for something that is not yours or you cannot have. It's an absence--a loss of a heartbeat
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The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest
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This is a story about survival.Letting go and learning to let in. Getting along and moving on. The truth about life.The things left unsaid
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If kissing was a language I was sure we’d know it well. If it could measure the amount of love you felt for someone, our love was infinite after all. Even when we hugged I felt a special connection to him. It was in his loving embrace that I sought solace, where I found it, and where I would keep it. Our love was enchanting and magical, secretive and special. Overall, though, it was ours and we would treasure it