I Miss You. I Love You.

I miss you. I love you.

I miss you. I love you.

I miss you so damn much.

No one has ever taken that spot in my life, your spot.

You taught me to laugh, I am pretty sure.

You taught me to not give a damn about what people thought, but you pinched my underarms hard when I did not use my manners.

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Born/raised in France, adulted in the U.S., now living in a Mexican village. Happiness Coach. Teacher. TEDx Speaker. Dancing with Life’s Magic & Being Guided.

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Born/raised in France, adulted in the U.S., now living in a Mexican village. Happiness Coach. Teacher. TEDx Speaker. Dancing with Life’s Magic & Being Guided.

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