You Letters
I think that there will always be more in common between me and you than I can bear to speak upon, but that it breaks upon the rules of self-respect. Whereupon I have too many and you have none at all.
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I dreamt of you last night, it seared my heart and petitions my mind endlessly. The sound of your voice wrapping around my sleepy ears. The feel of that hair brushing against my temple. The brush of my morning fingers against your thigh, a touch of such pristine intimacy but not lust. I remember your fear and your love the way I remember the sun on the waves. It's seems untouched by time. It even smells like you and still reminds me of jade.
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How you can continue to ask me to watch what was denied to me given away so free...
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I want to know you much better. I am both ready to leap off mountains and nervous of those things which even echo of any new intimate bell ring.
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I stare at your name a lot these last three or four weeks. Do you, I wonder, think of me? Do you, I wonder, think that I don't think on you? I wish that I could speak to you, knowing closely that I would not jeopardize the peace our lives has found without the maelstrom. Even now I wish you could just know that I love you and wish you well.
And, for me, in that perfect silence of midnight and blue sheets and secrets never dashed, wish that you were near.
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Cliché as it is: stop talking the talk, and start walking the walk, or stop telling it to me.
Apparently I didn't even remember to post this. *face palms*
This is from hours and hours ago. Like one pm. When I was distracted by fresh mozzarella and making salad.
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I dreamt of you last night, it seared my heart and petitions my mind endlessly. The sound of your voice wrapping around my sleepy ears. The feel of that hair brushing against my temple. The brush of my morning fingers against your thigh, a touch of such pristine intimacy but not lust. I remember your fear and your love the way I remember the sun on the waves. It's seems untouched by time. It even smells like you and still reminds me of jade.
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How you can continue to ask me to watch what was denied to me given away so free...
~
I want to know you much better. I am both ready to leap off mountains and nervous of those things which even echo of any new intimate bell ring.
~
I stare at your name a lot these last three or four weeks. Do you, I wonder, think of me? Do you, I wonder, think that I don't think on you? I wish that I could speak to you, knowing closely that I would not jeopardize the peace our lives has found without the maelstrom. Even now I wish you could just know that I love you and wish you well.
And, for me, in that perfect silence of midnight and blue sheets and secrets never dashed, wish that you were near.
~
Cliché as it is: stop talking the talk, and start walking the walk, or stop telling it to me.
Apparently I didn't even remember to post this. *face palms*
This is from hours and hours ago. Like one pm. When I was distracted by fresh mozzarella and making salad.