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Click hereYou reached me. You weren’t trying to, but you succeeded anyway. You still do.
Do you not know that I die a little every time I think about you? Do you know that when I watch you from behind my glass cell, I reach for you?
I dream of touching your skin.
I long for your scent.
I want one chance to capture your smile in my mind’s eye.
When I lay down to sleep, you are there. When I wake up, you are there. At every moment in between, you are there. Yet when I reach for you, you’re not there.
When I first saw you, I knew you would break my heart. What I didn’t know was how often you would do it, or how good you would be at it. It feels like you’ve done this before.
Has no one ever seen you? Has no one ever written anything for you? Has no one cared for you? Desired you? Protected you? Reached you?
You will live a long time. You will travel to many places. You will meet countless people. You have affected others as you have me.
Know, however, that you will never encounter anyone, anywhere, who loves you like I do.
Your freedom of thought comes through clearly without tangential losses. I felt a natural progression through your lines. Pleasant suprise. Thank-you.
You put into words the thoughts that fill my mind - thank you for your gift.