My feel for you boy is consuming my insides like wildfire and I am scared to death of what I will be capable of if you retreat.
There was too many magic happening too many likes and similarities and coincidences to not think the meeting was fated
A day without a talk spent in paranoid obsessive assumptions leading to deletion of certain frames of an identity
Not in the inside though not in the inside
The wait is long it seems and lonely and excruciating and there seems no reprieve for hours still the connect is felt to have been lost
How frantic a grasp should be exercised to get back the what was almost had so it becomes a real possession a something to cherish and hold on to and fight for come what may
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