Sorry.
Sorry.
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Te amo sin saber cómo,
ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente
sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no sé
amar de otra manera.
You still haunt me. I wish I could've understood you better. I wish you would've let me. Sometimes I like to dream about you. We'd go to the market and pick fresh vegetables, drink lattes and laugh about life. We'd eat our vegetarian dinner and curl up with wine to watch a movie. Pour ourselves into bed with puppies and start again the next day. None of these things will happen. You will never read this. Your sun-kissed chin will never rest upon your elegant hand and your almond eyes will never grace this page. Yet we are not alone. I just hope you think upon our fleeting moments as I do, and get lost in thought. Picturing an ideal world, where we are a pair.
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I want simplicity and clearly defined expectations.
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Here's to hoping, love.
L. VonD
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Let me.
Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time.
But of course I would share your bed, darling.
Darling.
C'est moi. Le sigh.
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There are 5 people who will understand the title, and that's the way I like it.
Mere hours of being without you and I see you everywhere I go. You haunt me. Reminders of you everywhere. You're driving me crazy. But you don't see me. You don't need me. You don't crave me. The way I wish you would, the way I know you could. And it
confuses and burns me with every intake of unkind breath I take, not in your presence. You are intoxicating to the most extreme. I yearn to be inches from you again. The energy was immeasurable. And the first moment I laid eyes on you all I wanted was to run my hands through that beautiful hair. To know every detail about your most interesting life. To be privvy to your thoughts. I would be honored to have you at my side eternally. I would need only your touch to survive. It
gives me more energy than any food or drink. Yet your stubbornness is my greatest obstacle. I cannot give you the strength to find your own truth. But yet I cannot escape you. So what am I to do? I must wait. Wait for a resolution that may never come. I do not want to search for you in every pair of lips I kiss. I do not want to constantly wonder if you are thinking of me. I want to know you are. Some part of me does. But all I truly desire is to see the fire behind your
eyes. I want you to let go. I want you to revel in the sweet release. Feel the air thicken with desire. You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You are sweet. You are kind. I can now only hope that the song inside my soul will finally be heard by the only person truly worthy of ever hearing it.
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There is a napkin shaped like a swan sitting in front of me. I couldn't be happier. Yet I couldn't be more distressed. I am so all over the place it's unnerving. I try and clear my mind but all I can do is sit. I see black. Shades of silver. Gray. I think I can help you and I think that I could make you best the way you can. I can't read you. It's so unsetlling to be around you. You frustrate the living shit out of me. Yep, this is me clearing out my mind for bed. It is working so well obviously. If I clear out my mind then I won't dream about you. And if I don't dream about you then I get to have real rest tonight. My thoughts won't be plagued by you constantly. I will get a break. A small amount of time where you aren't engrossing me. Thinking of you now as my eyes slowly start to drift. I touched you today. So briefly but the electricity was so unbearable. I just want to press my lips against yours. Is that so hard to ask. Or should I just take it. One swift motion. Quick, painless and honest. The most honest thing I will ever do is kiss you. I want to know everything about you. I want to know what it is like to be you. Dating, eating, living, loving, every little bit because I think you are amazing. It makes no sense to me why this is so hard. When you boil it down, it seems so simple. I adore you. Every move, every sound and every eye contact moment. I'm completely entranced and enthralled by you. For days it is a constant cycle of revolving the days around when I see you. Thoughts always drifting. Nothing ever getting accomplished. I can be so close to you. I have been. But nothing comes of it.
I'm torturing myself slowly.
At least I'll have my npakin swan tonight.
Thank you, for reminding me of you even in absence.
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Rush. Crush. Such innocence. Such purity.
Save me from myself. By saving you, I am saving me. I can feel it. Electricity from the beginning. No tomorrow for us. Can you feel it? Do I see what I want to see? As if life wasn't already complicated enough. If I had just one opportunity. Just one. I would take it. No questions asked. No hesitation. Who would hesitate? So many things to take into consideration. So many obstacles. My inner pessimist says I'm way off. But I can't shake that actions speak louder than words. And there was definitely action. A small colony of butterflies hatches in my belly everytime you walk by. I just want to touch you. My chest sinks and a feel a come down from euphoria whenever you leave. I am trapped in a cage. You're safe. But all it takes is one moment. I don't want to con this one. I don't want to waste this one. You are beautiful. You make me feel like my chest is vibrating. My lips throb when you get that close. You smell clean and intoxicating. [I admit it, the pathway wasn't that skinny, I just wanted to brush against you.] Sweet dreams are made of this. I focused on you before bed so I could see more of you. But I wouldn't allow that to happen. My brain kicked in and made my worst nightmare come to life before my eyes. No one else can touch you like that. You're sweet. I have been broken more than I've had time to repair myself. My intricate, delicate life is controlled and maintained by a huge web of strings. Me, the puppeteer.
You do feel it, don't you. It's pure fire. I knew you did. Time is running out. I will make this happen. An opening may not come...and soon time will have run out. Do you want to be wondering what could have been. Not in the bigger sense of things. Just, don't you wonder what the real thing would feel like? Do you wonder how I feel? How I smell? How I taste? What I like? Or is this all way too far out for you. I hope not. You give me such inspiration. So alive. I don't want to ruin you. I am a hurricaine. It's what I do. I ruin people. Endless amounts of people. I don't want to drag you into my web. I don't want you connected to my strings. I just want to touch you. Talk to you about meaningful things. Be near you.
Let me be near you.
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