Little

I need little. I need something that alot of people think it's something irrelevant. I need moments, the little moments. The ones that you remember when your heart is broken. The cuddles at 3:00 A.M. in the warm bed. The smiles after a sweet kiss. The look in the eyes after a funny joke. The shoulder that you can lean on and say, with a heavy breath, what is on your mind so you can feel lighter. These little things I call Life... This is what I want to remember when my time comes. Not expensive cars or irrelevant numbers in my bank account... 

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Me

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