cheetos, remote, tv, and just her and I.
Night in, it came as a surprise.
candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies,
little warm delights,
for the midnight cravings.
but I guess.. what I'm craving is no food..
with a smile..her arms knew just what to do..
talks of sea turtles, waves, beachs and endless nights.
we get along just fine..
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