You may not know quit clearly what this is all about but think about it,
A very short correspondence over the net, a short date… actually two, a coffee session or two and the whole world has been locked out for me and the only thing that is free for me is a thought that lingers quite so vividly and it's irresistibly mellow. The strong conviction of a looming bonding that can not be thought otherwise and am like …yeah, I have lost the battle to hold on to loneliness. I have to submit to the attraction that is beyond physical, its not on paper and if it can be seen, it is so distorted, it's incomprehensible, its in a dialect that only the heart can comprehend. My love, you have won the battle, why won't you just take me to camp and hold me to the captivity you have dreamt of all these years of war wagging?
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