I can sit here with you
forever.
I don't need to touch you.
I don't need to hear your voice.
I
don't even have to look at you.
As long as I know you're here beside me.
If I can smell your scent that I've grown to adore more than that of
roses,
hear you breathe your warmth permuting the air around me.
I'll be
fine.
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