My never meant to be love

My hands are never warm enough separate from yours. My lips, instruments of pleasure when you are near, but apart do the mundane of daily chores. Wasted on sustenance and the dullest of conversation. Take care of that tiny piece of me that you packed neatly in your soul. You awoke my heart from its numb slumber. Thank you for treating me like a precious being. My life will never be the same, and although I am in excruciating pain I would not have missed you for the world my darling Gary.

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