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The Nest

Something I've never said to you deeply enough — today I feel a great urge to say it.

I had wanted you to remain someone very close to my soul...

It became easier for me when I was certain that I loved you terribly.

You know, I'm someone of very calm nature. Keeping my feelings to myself seems to bring me a strange kind of peace.

I've never wanted to love anyone so deeply before. I know there's always some sexuality mixed with love; and I understand that accepting me just as I am is very difficult for you, isn't it! You don't want to hold onto me like this much longer, do you?

You won't be able to love me, because you can't love someone by changing yourself...

I suffer from a terrible kind of numbness. Growing numb to feeling, I found you at one point, so I wanted to keep all my grievances with you.

Want to know what you're like to me?

Though I've said it before...

You're a sharp fragrance, one I can't easily escape from even if I want to, can't simply forget you even if I try...

I have to go...
Will you let me go a little?

Listen! You're quite ordinary in my imagination, but I wouldn't have realized you were so extraordinary if I hadn't actually come to you! People become extraordinary through their personality, and to me you're extraordinary through your fragrance. Perhaps for this particular reason I can't leave you, though you've never given me the chance to go anyway.

But to know why I want to run away today, you'll have to touch me...

Can you?

I never wanted to end this long acquaintance with you. I had wanted it to be infinite. Ha ha ha... you're probably thinking, we haven't known each other for long!

Oh, I never told you — the first day I spoke with you, I gave you a pseudonym — Nest... your number is saved under this name on my phone.

You know when a person goes searching for a home? Probably when they're very tired...

When you ask me, "Are you well?", I can't answer, because I can't find any letter that explains a sigh.

Either hate me if you can, or love me deeply... remember that.

I search for you...
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