I want her to laugh long and loud, sing for me as I sing for her, and lie in the crook of my arm, smiling, eyes closed, and content.
I'd like us to play and wrestle around, rub noses and smooch, and I'd like to laugh when she caps me.
I'll scratch her back, imagine I hear her purring like cats, and feel her soft, measured breath like a heartbeat.
We can talk late and giggle like children just in from the storm.
I want her to love me.
And boy, do I need a friend.
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