with the rain coming down, and the damn heat outside, and the delicious heat of you....
When I'm old, and nearly dead, I hope I can still remember yesterday.
I hope you believe what I've already told you about my psychological state and my marathon-type conditioning (I mean, after all, besides my experiences with the frigid, I've spent nearly 3 years denying my appetite for you). You are delicious and unlike anything I've ever experienced or could imagine.
When I'm with you, in any possible meaning of that, I'm so intensely aware of being alive. Thank you for that.
I feel sometimes like we are at a new beginning, and I don't know what it means. It's also shocking how much our relationship feels the same as before, only more full.
As I predicted, the infatuation continues. The hunger for you continues. I'll never get enough of your presence.
Inconvenient or not, this is real.
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