Because its such an overused phrase, I usually avoid employing it. I think it's typically meant as an abstract concept or a metaphor. In my case however, no more accurate description could be given.
I have been dreaming about you since we met. I continue to dream about you each night (those through which I am fortunate enough to sleep), and each morning I reluctantly awake to a reality of which you are no longer a part.
Last night, we were laying in the grass with other people all around. You reached out your hand and began to squeeze mine. I really felt it. I still feel it. You looked into my eyes and I into yours and without words we exchanged volumes. It was though we hadn't seen each other for some time and were once reunited.
Marie... That name that lives on the tip of my tongue and in the depths of my heart. Marie... I will never know a beauty more true than that of my Marie.
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