Every bloom I bring here

 Every bloom I bring here holds something words can't carry. I'd give up everything I have just to feel your warmth beside me one more time — your fur beneath my hands, your love filling the space around me.

Some days missing you feels like a quiet ache. Other days it's the first thing I feel when I open my eyes.

But I keep coming back. Because this is the closest I can get to you now. And you were always worth every step.

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