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There are so many things I want to tell you, To experience with you,  To show you.  But at the same time, I fear it all.  What if all I want won't come true?  What if, even if we commit to it all, we run out of time?  Or worse. We have enough time, yet let it pass by without making the most of it?  Without fully cherishing all the moments we have?  All the little quirks that make us us .  What if we become just one of those people who let the life pass them by,  Instead of letting the life happen to us, In all its weirdness and glory? What is I loose you tomorrow, Without you really knowing how I feel,  How much I admire you,  How much I love you?  What if I never get to see you grow into the person you are meant to be,  To see you blossom in your whole might?  What if I never get the chance to see how my love for you will grow and transform through time? What if I never get the chance to grow old with you in our little forest house by the lake?  What if... ... There are so many wi
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Maybe the biggest dreams are actually the smallest ones, The ones we would never admit to, The ones that scare us the most. And why you ask? Why would we never admit them? Maybe because they seem irrelevant, Even insignificant in the grand scheme of things. How could a simple dream of waking up next to you every morning be big enough? Or dream of spending Sunday afternoons together, Sitting in silence, Reading a book, Sipping a tea, While my feet gently rest on yours. How could these simple things be big enough to ever admit them? And why are they scarier than climbing Mount Everest Or sailing the world? ... Maybe the biggest dreams are the smallest ones, Not because of their grandiosity, But because they scare us the most.


I can feel you. Feel you undressing me with your thoughts.  Feel you touching me with your look.  Feel your breath on my neck,  Your throbbing heart. I can feel you wanting me,  Lusting me,  Yearning for me. And I can feel you resisting. Resisting with your whole being. But you can't.  Not really.  Not with me undressing you with my playful thoughts. Touching you with my devilish look. And slowly pressing all the right buttons of your body, While my heart calmly pounds,  As if it all were nothing. ... And soon you give in. Give in to me completely. And together, Our bodies and souls intertwined, We transcend both time and space.


I'm done chasing you.  I'm done chasing me.  I'm done chasing us. ...  There were moments when I thought we could have been something great, Something special.  There were moments when I thought: "I truly do love you." But now... Now, I am not even sure of that anymore. ... It feels like you are only an echo of a man I once knew.  A distant, weak echo.  Nothing more.  And nothing less.  Echo of a dream we once shared.


 I am but a painting that never fully dries, A canvas without an end. I am a song that you cannot stop playing, A rhythm stuck in your head. I am but a prefect imperfection. A human wabi-sabi.