I have decided to skip the cold derelict night and stay inside where I am still fairly warm.
Totally digging you tonight! our dates seem to end up running away from us and too soon,
I could chat with you all day long and still feel like I need to dig you more,
You make me happy and I feel we understand each other well and right now at this very moment in my life I feel at peace and everything feels right.
I don't miss you becuase I look foreword to the day I can visit you and feel like no time has passed but feel our relationship strong as ever and still growing like i have roots deep in the fertile soils of your soul and you nourish my sense of wonder and curiosity and replenish my spirit with tenderness and this certain fire I feel whenever I think of you, you have the power to burn me and the power to heal my wounds.
I crave your body as a fire but also crave your mind and what your all about.
know that I have nothing but tenderness for you and a fondness that I have already tried to explain in these words- some things look silly in words...
I love how we can be serious and ridiculous at the same time and still know the chemistry is right.
I guess what i am trying to say is you attract me completely and I haven't felt anything like this in a long time.
Sorry to getcheesy but i couldn't begin to arrange what I feel in any logical understanding so I won't
talk to you sometime, look in the distance for smoke... i have heard evergreen burns the purest... second from skyscrapers
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