Every time I close my eyes… I see your face.
Going to be lonely for a while. Your night shifts are bad.
Hugs on Friday and Saturday night before you go to work.
And Sunday and Monday together again…..
Love you, my beautiful Irish rose. More than words can say. Holding you is like holding heaven….
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