They say you don’t understand my smiles or sighs yet, or
when I babble baby talk to you because I feel like it. I think they’re wrong. What
do they know of the contented whispered laughs you make in your sleep and your
nano second mischievous, toothless smiles? Would you breathe so peacefully if
you didn't know you were loved so much? The language you speak isn’t what
tongues utter and minds process, it is the language of the heart. And I think
you understand me perfectly.
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