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Delicate skin cradled in my arms. Their soft coo's as they rest comfortably cascade emotions through me. I love the way they smell, the way they beauty shines with every giggle made. A bundle of joy.
That simmering sound of delicious food cooking on the stove. The popping of oil in the pan as a cold delicacy splashes into the pan. Oh how I love to cook, the sounds and joys of it. To be able to devour such a magnificent creation does not cease to amaze me everytime.
He sees himself as the superior in this case. Always having to be right, never giving anyone else a chance to state their opinion. It's all about him. The way he sees himself is not the way anyone else see him. It's a game for him, one he doesn't realize he's playing.
I hope to think that soon you will feel the way I do about you, but that's a hopeless thought. I can only dream that it will be soon.
I feel as if I mention your name too much. I wish you knew just how much it has fallen upon ears. It's not what I want, but my heart and mind have yet to allow me to forget my feelings toward you.