In my life I'd like to see
Her.
Again.
For one minute, one second, one hour - any length of time. That would make me happy. It is a selfish request and I don't deny that. I cannot deny the reality.
The dirty blond hair and red full lips.The way she laughed and smiled at every occasion. Her pout when things did not go her way. Thos big brown eyes and long eyelashes. Every inch of her from her smooth forehead to her short neck to her ample bossom to her knees and feet - every inch of her, to see that image and not what has become of her, that is what I would like to see.
It was never going to last and I realized that from the start. She was too good for me. That's a fact. I knew it and treasured every second of our time together. She used me for what she needed and I obliged. Willingly. Obediently. I knew she used me and I was happy to be used - another balled up discarded tissue for her waste bin.
They were the best times of my life. I don't regret any of it.
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People are so unhappy now, I am always curious about what would make them happy, what would you like to see in your lifetime, all of us have something we hope for.. You can write as much or little as you like, it's what you want.. 
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