Why is it that we could speak so freely in this space five years too late telling each other about love, lust, and desire? In our innocent cocoon of the internet, we came together.
Is it possible that we could utter those words to each other in the stillness of the night because the chances of us acting on them is slim to none? He makes me remember I'm a lady. He makes me feel precious, beautiful - shiny and new. The intensity of what I feel for him awakens in me a song of which the words I thought I'd forgotten.
How curious is it to want someone you can't have with the fervence I have for him yet not have an inkling of frustration out of not being able to attain it. This. Him and me.
"Why not?" she asked me. "Sometimes, love is not enough."
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