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Dear you...

The week has been honestly very dear to me that it was hard to drop in words and tell you how I felt. Would you believe me if I tell you a different dimension roves through my mind as I listen to the evergreen, ever romantic songs from Roja and write you with the infinite strength of passion it carries?
Will you ever forgive me for making you gravitate towards me? for making you feel the yearns, the aches and the lust of what we share? Ah ! what is it that we share ?? I don't know.. If you ask me, this started off with a craving to make you mine.. but its beyond the little love I shared. Its beyond the tears I shed. Its beyond the touch of your fingers on my bare skin. Its beyond my assumptions. Beyond my conclusions. Beyond my extensions. Its beyond all cupidity.
I do know this. It is an avalanche.

And I am just a small ripple in your expanding world. As little do I know how you feel for me.  I do know there would come a time when my pen would slow. When we would part. But my dear, as for the time spent together I would never fail to amuse you, never let the naive sensation of our first touch of skin die, never complete you yet pour in the sparks of love every while.  And alas I would let it go despite my wish being granted...


Love, 

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