It's an addiction.. a longing, a never wanting to end experience, it's bewitching, entrancing, exhilarating, exasperating. It's a breath on the neck, a whisper in a ear, a caress on the arm, a joy that drives the want..
In a blink the dream becomes reality and then you have to work to keep the dream alive.
Work.. effort... Love doesn't grow on its own.
I find myself afraid.. of myself.. of wanting something I feel would be tainted by reminders of the past.. fear of something possible..or im...
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