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"Today Will be just like any other...
...Will it?
It has been almost a decade without seeing each other, touching each other...
I want to know how you've been...and no, I mean... I want to know how the REAL you been...
Are you okay? are you happy? are you sad? have you figured out your life yet? or perhaps you're more like me on that part...drifting in the endless sea of wonders and fantasy as adulthood approaches ever so slightly every day.
I want to know if you ever got heartbroken before. Perhaps by a lover of yours, if you ever had any...
Am I too late for your love? for your affection? for your warm touch and hugs..? for your silly attempts of flirting? for you?
It feels like there should be still time since we aren't fully adults yet and the whole world of opportunities is still in our hands, and yet...
A greater more terrifying force of power prevented each other to talk honestly with each other, the force being an ego, and fear.
do you remember when we danced together? Because I do... When we held each other's hand... do you want to know how that felt like? the moments that I had lived in that particular moment couldn't be described with words alone I fear...but just for clarification... It felt Greater than Heaven.
I hope this wasn't it... I hope this wasn't goodbye... I hope this wasn't the Universe's way of telling me that I could have one last goodbye dance with you.
I know this poem is probably not the greatest... at this point, it's not even a poem, right? Who am I even writing this Paper for? I know very well that this Paper will be left unread and forgotten, kind of like me in a way... but to be perfectly honest... This might be for the best.. or the worst but man... it does feel a bit.. therapeutic...
Writing these down in this paper in the middle of the dark at four AM in the morning with only my nightlamp providing me any kind of light source is calming me down, this Pen I'm holding right now prevented me to have an absolute meltdown. Or maybe it just helped to encourage it, Maybe This is how my meltdown looks like, Writing things down like an Insane Person because I know I couldn't possibly say these to anyone, especially for you.
But despite all of my circumstances... I really do feel like that somehow right at this moment I can communicate with you telepathically, Even though you aren't really here you still continue to Entertain me and keep me sane from my insane nature...
I love you, and it seems like at this point... I will continue to do so my Love."77Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX0eLT6lSCU
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"Fear Does not Stop Death, it stops life"
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