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A letter of old
My Dearest,
When you are away I wish for you to be near
and in my heart you are ever there. Your
touch tingles my senses and grows my spirit
opens my eyes and enlightens my understanding.
The best parts of me are brought out by you
and it is surreal at times, yet tears follow
as this is in truth a love made before our
days had begun. We have been through a lifetime
already, alone, and without direction it would
seem. Leading us here. Here seems almost to
physical to describe. There is not a place that
could house this creation of love we seem to
share without effort or attempt. I am humbled
and blessed by your offering and allowing me
to exist by your side. So, as I have remained
true to the ideal of the hopeless romantic I also
had given in to the possible of never finding it,
thinking the horizon is so far off as to never
find its beginning. Somehow, in this world of
utter chaos and endings with no beginnings, sincere
happiness has found a way to guide our paths to meet
finally. I have been seeking you out for years, in dreams
and words falling from my fingertips. I don't deserve
you, yet feel a deep calm that can't be shaken...
Sincerely,
Jim
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