What madness telepathically speaking to you through this blog. Silly really.
But it's all I have.
However, unrealistic it may be.
There's so much I want to ask you. So much I want to learn. I want to know you again.
Every once in a while, I have a dream about you. In them, you come to life so much it stays with me for days. I just don't understand this incredible attachment I have to you. Am I incapable of letting go?
Really? Last I remember, we lost contact in 1989 soon after high school. I went on. Trips to Europe, university, partied, played sports and had numerous encounters with women both serious and not so serious. Got a job or two and became a businessman.
I went on.
Yet you persist in my mind from time to time. It may not be unique. Hell, I may be the rule for millions may experience what I feel!
The deep impact of your image is unforgettable. Maybe because you managed to enter a part of me never person ever could. Who knows?
Something's gotta give.
We sat and talked naked in a bed. In the dream. We did not make love. It was a relinquishing of our most profound thoughts for each other. It was exhilarating as it was a relieve. It was moving as it was a realization of it was not meant to be for some inexplicable reason.
I touched your breasts. Not in lust. In marvel. Of you.
We may have kissed. I'm not sure. If we did, probably, it was a true kiss whose parent was pure love.
What's crazy is you're not my type. Only this is set aside when I ponder you. I don't see physical attributes I just feel something for you on another level I can't quite articulate.
Wanna know the craziest thing of all? I asked a psychic about you. Yes, even presented her with a picture. She asserts we were just too young and that you do still think of me often.
I hope you do.
Above all. I want you to be happy.
I want you to know this.
*****
For Emilia.
But it's all I have.
However, unrealistic it may be.
There's so much I want to ask you. So much I want to learn. I want to know you again.
Every once in a while, I have a dream about you. In them, you come to life so much it stays with me for days. I just don't understand this incredible attachment I have to you. Am I incapable of letting go?
Really? Last I remember, we lost contact in 1989 soon after high school. I went on. Trips to Europe, university, partied, played sports and had numerous encounters with women both serious and not so serious. Got a job or two and became a businessman.
I went on.
Yet you persist in my mind from time to time. It may not be unique. Hell, I may be the rule for millions may experience what I feel!
The deep impact of your image is unforgettable. Maybe because you managed to enter a part of me never person ever could. Who knows?
Something's gotta give.
We sat and talked naked in a bed. In the dream. We did not make love. It was a relinquishing of our most profound thoughts for each other. It was exhilarating as it was a relieve. It was moving as it was a realization of it was not meant to be for some inexplicable reason.
I touched your breasts. Not in lust. In marvel. Of you.
We may have kissed. I'm not sure. If we did, probably, it was a true kiss whose parent was pure love.
What's crazy is you're not my type. Only this is set aside when I ponder you. I don't see physical attributes I just feel something for you on another level I can't quite articulate.
Wanna know the craziest thing of all? I asked a psychic about you. Yes, even presented her with a picture. She asserts we were just too young and that you do still think of me often.
I hope you do.
Above all. I want you to be happy.
I want you to know this.
*****
For Emilia.
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