Assuming is a frightening endeavour. Yet, I somehow know that I am the logical choice. And must we not Always follow logic? Yet if I am simply misconstruing, I shall allow Reality to be the final judge. This Love I have cannot be consumated. No exchange of commitments should be expected. I foresee agony...
I'm cutting its head off right now.
Yet...
Oh this Wanting...
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You ok dearest? I love you.
I'm okay, dearest.:)
Just falling.:D
That's good, right?:)
Definitely good. :)
Sounds like a conversation we had on the phone not too long ago. Heehee.
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