Dearst,
Do you knw hw in lve wth you I am? Dd I trp? Dd I stmble? Lse my blnce, grze my knee…grze my hrt?I knw I’m in lve whn I see you. I knw whn I lng to see you…Nt a mscle hs mvd. Leavs hng unrffld by any breeze. The air is still. I hve flln in lve wthout tkng a stp…You are all wrng for me and I knw it but I no lngr cre fr my thoughts unlss thy’re thoughts of you.Whn I’m clse to you, I feel your hair brsh my cheek whn it does nt. I look awy frm you smtms, thn I look bck. Whn I tie my shoes, whn I peel an ornge, whn I drve my cr, whn I lie dwn each nght…I rmain, Yours"
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