i'm re-reading old emails
poetry from the past. and my heart beats a little faster
looking through drawings, old and new.
oh, how things have changed. and my heart beats a little faster
seeing his picture somewhere and my heart beats a little faster
seeing him in my dreams
feeling his touch once more and my heart beats a little faster
if only i could see
could see him again, and and my heart explodes
i wish you were here.
my heart is beating, but only for you.
all my love,
Heather
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