I don’t know what it is but I know that my weekends are useless without you. It’s no use listening to The Weekend-Love through her, for I can’t get you out of my mind. I don’t know how I feel but you remind me of a distant dream I once had. That someone’s hues would fuse with mine and make me warmer and stronger. I don’t know how it feels because I can’t describe this but if I had to—it has something to do with how you make me calmer and better. I don’t know what you think of this intangible thing we share, this immeasurable thing we are feeding. I don’t know what I feel but when I close my eyes I only see you. And when I wake up in the morning I first smile because of you, then the light. And then I feel like I might want to explore something about you, I’d love to. Do you want me to? Fuck that—do you want to do this, with me? Let me know the truth, next time I see you.

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  1. iammutukufred · January 11, 2013

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