It is only you and me now. But, I can't help but worry. I worry because I never know when you will appear. I can't depend on you because you won't ever tell me when you are coming, what we will do, or how it will go. I can't depend because you aren't like that. I guess that is part of your charm. I guess that is part of why I a yours. But, it is hard. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes I want to run to another. But, I'm here, waiting, and desperate. Why? Because when you do appear I am enthralled--enraptured--in deep. When you flow, move, overwhelm--well--that is all I want and all I can imagine.
It is only you and me now. I am here and hoping you will come soon. I'm hoping you'll make it hurt, and make it beautiful.
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