I cannot figure out what to do. All I want to do is see you again and know you are happy and safe.
This has gone on for so long. I have never been intimate with you, but I think about it, but feel
unworthy; you are so accomplished, beautiful and modest, but fun and a bit mischievous
I imagine you everywhere I wish I could go; it would be a fulfillment of the life I long to know
you make everything so lovely.
I want to be there for you, but I can only hope you agree.
I could call life perfect. ❤
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