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Me and I - An Old Letter to The Rose IV

 She doesn’t know… That thoughts of her are the one thing I look forward to—waking up, going through my day, and even in my dreams.

That I miss her even if the space is just a second.
I never stop breathing, because every time I pause, I miss her.
Maybe I could say I live for you, Shae.
You don’t know just how much, at this point, you mean to me.

I long for the taste of your lips, I wish upon you in my arms, asleep, your heart wanting mine.
I’m often seen as a dreamer because I often want more than people understand.
But you’re not just a dream I have.
You are completeness. My life craves that right now—save for order, balance, and purpose.

I miss you, so damn much I’m beginning to not understand myself anymore.

Allow me to dream for a moment…
I would, would God let me, move mountains, shift tides, cross the skies, send to you a chariot of clouds just to have a moment with you.

But in truth, I just want to always be with you.
Wish I knew… On second thought, I don’t want to know what you did to make me want you this bad.
It’s quite sad, though, that you don’t want me saying I love you… so much, Shae.

Please enjoy your day, though. I love it when you talk—full interest with me.

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