Feeling perfect, which might arrive any moment now, the spell of it overwhelms me too, your face appears before me like an icon. We are wrong…But who isn't, truly? And if I had to choose again, I would live wrong all my days, as long as you remain beside me now. The light dwelling in your eyes, it will intoxicate me like wine. Your dark curls, will swarm through me violently, silently. Your love intoxicates me… I drown in an ocean of longing. At night, in dreams you visit me, bearing happiness in its eternal grace. Your hair—fragrant flowers, bloomed across your bare skin, heralds the spring I have so long desired with you. Stay like that…Don't dissolve into dream… Without you, madness will claim me again, and with the stars burning outside, abandoned, I will ache for you.
# Longing For You I carry your absence like a stone in the pocket of my chest— some days heavier than others, smooth from the constant turning of my thoughts. You are the question I ask the mirror each morning, the answer that never comes in the language I've learned to speak. Distance is a room we both inhabit separately, and I've memorized every wall, every corner where the light refuses to reach. Sometimes I think of you the way one thinks of home— not with joy, but with a kind of ache that feels almost like coming alive. Your name is a prayer I've forgotten how to finish. The silence after it is where I live now. I've become an expert in the grammar of longing, fluent in the dialects of waiting, conversant in every shade of your shadow. Still, I reach— as if across the dark, as if through time itself, as if reaching could ever be enough to bridge what we've let grow between us.
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