dear my love
Can you understand?
I'm still tired to love again. But you make me feel how beautiful and how creative you are.
Real.
Without promises.
You are an odd boy. That makes me want to fulfill you. With the rest of the flavors I had. With all simple effort.
I feel you there, in a very slow way.
Accompany me to remove the wounds. So hopefully I'll be your best place to stop tens of searching forms.
May I take you home.
The latter.
And nothing will be born, I-I other in your life.
Just me.
