Waiting for you to come home has been the hardest thing I’ve ever endured.  I pace and pace all day.  I get so sad.  All I want to do is to sleep.  But when you get home you open your arms wide.  Welcoming me into their warmth.  You scratch behind my ear, and tell me I’m a good boy.  This, this is always worth the wait.

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