Follow the path that leads your heart to freedom although damage is common. Forget reality as you have changed the purpose of my tomorrow. Turning (me time) into (we time) is a pleasant surprise worth reopening just to relive our initial connection. Suffering to cope without the presence of your peace is something I haven’t mastered, as you’ve stolen my need for alone time. Sharing space seems inevitable as separation only brings questions of nonsense. Foundation is underrated until love strikes the core. Searching for excuses that make stalling seem worth it to avoid feelings you perceive unworthy of. How selfish am I to ignore the chill felt from your touch, without realizing your grip is irresistible. Your grace inspires passion like a river with no end, although I hesitate to embrace us. Unable to admit my surrender, but undeniably in love with a stranger.
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