In the middle of the night is when that unseen energy pulls us closer. I love when you reach out for me in your sleep My Love,
you not only declare your love for me, but you check on the universe, believing it will remain aligned, still on course.
In reaching I take your hand. I’m here, I will always be here, the night does not dim the unseen between us….
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