jueves, 21 de febrero de 2013

Letters


I ache because I miss you, and I'm allowed to miss you without wanting you because I love you all the same. You are a dream that I live every day and never chase, because you dream me too. 

You are always here and always be. Without you I churn and turn in innumerable swirls at night: you are willing me and shaping me, and as we write we build ourselves. 


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