Lyla,
Wherever you are; whoever you're with; whenever you read this; stop. Breathe. Remember yourself as a little girl breathing across my neck as you sleep. And, wherever I am; whoever I'm with; whenever you do this; perhaps I'll shiver and stop, suddenly feeling the long lost, sweet touch of your breath on my neck. And, I will smile, remembering the feeling of perfect moments with you.
Love,
Papa
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