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  • Oh, these little pieces of sweetness, happiness, joy, love and tender!
    In each small dose of heaven, I feel blessed, loved and special.

    All problems and worries vanishes and nothing but pure joy is allowed.

    Making my heart feel light and at peace. And at the same time, beating stronger than ever. Rhythmically stating his will for living.

    I will NEVER have enough of this...

    Life, this wise prankster, made it so that I would not be allowed your presence just whenever I wanted. But this distance only made me love you and desire you even more.

    And every time that I am allowed to be near you, I feel as if we were meeting for the first time and as if we had always been together. As if I knew you from the start and as if I would never totally know you.
    All the contradictions and things to discover about you... I love them all!

    How I crave for your soothing company! The delicate smell, smooth touch and sweet taste of yours... I desperately need them! Possessed by passion and delight, I almost beg for it...

    You brought happiness back into my life, little by little. All the goodness in you, sweetly melting down while taking away all the bitterness in me. And it made me an addict.

    Each of this single and unique moments are clearly craved in my memory. Moments that give me the strength I need to carry on through what keeps us apart, going towards the moment we can be together again, even if it is for just another unfairly small fraction of time.

    In each small dose of this heaven, I am blessed. I am loved. And I am made special.

    That is why I call you my "Sugar Cube".
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