We think about each other, and when we are apart we remember each other’s smell.
When I’m away, he misses the smell of my hair.
When he’s not with me, I like to smell the pillow that he sleeps on.
I love you, my Bjoern. As you know, I never think of you as just my teddy bear…
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December 18, 2009 at 6:07 AM
Are you so sure about him, the Teddy?
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