Please do not let my love for you compromise you in any way.
Understand your “audience.”
Seek support of the people who love you for your heart’s endeavors.
Please do not let my love for you compromise you in any way.
Understand your “audience.”
Seek support of the people who love you for your heart’s endeavors.
Every day, I hope to see you and be with you.
I do not have many “vices,” but you can be…
I hope that things are going well for you.
Does any of this get me closer to you?
I am defaulting into options because I must survive as I know how to, in the meantime.
I phase between belief and despair.
The road has been long and hard.
I want to know you.
Who you have been to who you are, now.
Where you broke, how you grew.
Your doubts, dreams, goals, and aspirations.
Your most intimate fascinations.
I want to know the truths that matter most to you.
I want to learn how to wholistically support and grow with you.
My Love,
I have been hurt in the past by people who did not want my love.
You matter more to me on levels that no other potential partner has ever activated.
Straight down into places I have not gone to, before.
And I am unsure about correctly reading signals, so insecure about my position.
I just want you.
More.
I feel weary of this distance.
Hot Stuff.
My Lovely One.
Sometimes, I wonder:
Is it foolish to hang on?
Then I think about what’s at stake,
And I know that you are worth it.
When you were but a lad and I reached maturity, I was also ejected from predefinitions’ simplicities.
Consigned to wander, belatedly – I’ve wondered what it should all mean to me.
And as I look at our timeliness tripping, my heart can’t help but keep skipping.
For it seems we’ve both been looking into the same mirror, hoping.
You and I.
Baby…
I’m waiting for you.
My Love,
How do we create this safe haven together, and keep it priority while navigating and managing other investments?
“You want….this?”
My sweet star navigator.
I don’t need to delve into all of the negative thinking that I am sliding into just from sheer exhaustive “drudgery…”
Suffice it to say, I feel “discouraged.”
My Darling.
I would not ask you to give up your work for me.
That, quite honestly, would be a type of heresy.
When one such as you has graced the land, fie to anyone trying to force aside your command!
Instead, guide me and/or claim me to be your rightful hand.
I need to pull more minor miracles out of my hat…
My Love.
When I think of you coming back for me, my soul begins squirming in my body.
I do not remember having experienced my soul’s having it’s own shape before!
it isn’t your fault, my love, that I remain cautious and guarded.
I have become settled deep into my armor from more recent events which has shifted my mind into tracking and strategizing survival mode – regardless of how I am feeling.
My limbs are locked into predetermined allowances, and my eyes, lips, and teeth are conscripted along with voice to stay modulated..
But all I want to do is speak words of love from my heart and soul to you while we embrace and become one.
Yet, I do not know what is needed to disarm me.
I’ve attached to you…
I hope this is what you have wanted.
We are winding parallel spirals…
Your earth into air
And my air onto earth
May we meet somewhere, soon
In the middle
It isn’t age
Or society
Nor circumstances
Or propriety
But simply a question of:
Do you want to?
You were worthy when
I first kissed your hand
And you’re worthy now
As storms cross the land
I want to come with you.
Help me be there for you?
I am frightened, too…
But we should not let fear prevail.
Are coming to the surface now, my love…
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(Sleep Token reference)
I am so f-ing tired!
She knew back then that there was no other.
She could sense it in the world – no true matching lover.
He was the closest that she had gotten to feeling traces of the old magic.
But when revealed who she had married, repeated cycles tragic.
Until time passed and passed while she traveled without home…
And kept passing and passing and passing some more…
Then ine day it felt that she found the right door.
Let’s find out.
My One.
I made it.
Miss you.
Though the miles between us are weary, let my love launch and carry your legion to sail wherever it is that you need to be – and come back ’round to me soon, and safely.
“‘Take me back to Eden…'”
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(Sleep Token reference)
Why would you want me when I have become so broken, now?