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6.22.2012

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He didn't say that my music was still too loud, even though I had already turned it down for him. He didn't say the clicks of my mouse were keeping him up, even though I knew they were. I didnt keep working and instead climbed into bed to ease his tossing, even though I wasn't tired. And I didn't move an inch even though his scruff was digging into my shoulder after he curled so gently around me. And as I laid there, next to him, feeling his breath rise and fall behind me, I thought, sometimes there is so much more said when words are unspoken and moves are not made.
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3 comments:

  1. Lisamarie 22.6.12

    I love the pictures you post and the things that you say. I can think of a hundred scenarios to fill between the lines. I hope everything is okay and that this is just creative writing of yours!

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  2. Sara29.6.12

    Again. Love this post! Sometimes unspoken words mean so much more.

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  3. Unknown15.7.12

    cuddling is the best feeling ever. and not saying anything is sometimes better than speaking. you have such a way with words. i can't wait to explore your blog some more:)

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