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Hey beautiful, wanted to write and tell you a few things. It’s honestly more than that, what I would like to do is convey my feelings.
When I try to convey my feelings about you it’s difficult tying to expound upon a few base emotions. I’m enamored with you. You’re vivacious, captivating, mystifying, difficult, and sensuous., my body pleads to hold you close to me. It’s ludicrous because of your steadfast desire for independence, but I feel it regardless of logic. You would not be as attractive or desirable without your strength, which is ironic because it’s that strength that tells you to disassociate your heart from . .hmmm. . ya know, maybe it’s a bit of a façade, because you haven’t ever taken your own path, and you don’t want to look back at the road not taken. The few times (Athens) that you let go and succumbed to life’s pleasure, it was glorious, so revert to the mundane and mediocre right? Can one man, one relationship, be anything other than mundane? The fire, torrid passion, visceral energy of good chemistry and profound feelings are anything but mediocre to me.
When we’re talking, especially about your past or about some idiosyncrasy of yours that that fascinates me I find it hard not to feel love for you.
You have character, and it’s lovely.
Your eyes express a vivacious, mystifying power that consumes me. I could dwell in your gaze oblivious to all but you depth for an eternity, falling into you, consumed by your sensuous spirit.
My body aches to hold you. Moreover, I succumb to visceral emotions and allow myself to be ravenously devoured by them when you’re near.
But, I feel like I’m desperately grasping at wisps of disconnected ardor, always slipping through trembling fingers.
Insight, however incomplete, confuses my intent. Insights and revelations epiphany
Seizing tightly ensures the anguish of loss, but releasing contradicts pleading emotions.
Razor thin is the line I sever my sensibilities, antipathy reigns over loss as logic is despised by hope. Hope, it lives behind a door in a cavern beneath mountains of anxiety, but it thrives.
And yet, I don't know what to do with it... He's an amazing man, but for whatever reason, for the first time, I find myself not giving in to the chase for the sake of being chased. I can't think of any logical reasons that I shouldn't be into him, but I'm just not feeling it the way he is. The more time I spend getting to know him and letting him get to know me, the more inclined I am to see where this is going--which at the very least will be a great friendship.
Whatever happens, at least I am being honest with him. If he does get hurt, he can't say he wasn't warned.
Hey beautiful, wanted to write and tell you a few things. It’s honestly more than that, what I would like to do is convey my feelings.
When I try to convey my feelings about you it’s difficult tying to expound upon a few base emotions. I’m enamored with you. You’re vivacious, captivating, mystifying, difficult, and sensuous., my body pleads to hold you close to me. It’s ludicrous because of your steadfast desire for independence, but I feel it regardless of logic. You would not be as attractive or desirable without your strength, which is ironic because it’s that strength that tells you to disassociate your heart from . .hmmm. . ya know, maybe it’s a bit of a façade, because you haven’t ever taken your own path, and you don’t want to look back at the road not taken. The few times (Athens) that you let go and succumbed to life’s pleasure, it was glorious, so revert to the mundane and mediocre right? Can one man, one relationship, be anything other than mundane? The fire, torrid passion, visceral energy of good chemistry and profound feelings are anything but mediocre to me.
When we’re talking, especially about your past or about some idiosyncrasy of yours that that fascinates me I find it hard not to feel love for you.
You have character, and it’s lovely.
Your eyes express a vivacious, mystifying power that consumes me. I could dwell in your gaze oblivious to all but you depth for an eternity, falling into you, consumed by your sensuous spirit.
My body aches to hold you. Moreover, I succumb to visceral emotions and allow myself to be ravenously devoured by them when you’re near.
But, I feel like I’m desperately grasping at wisps of disconnected ardor, always slipping through trembling fingers.
Insight, however incomplete, confuses my intent. Insights and revelations epiphany
Seizing tightly ensures the anguish of loss, but releasing contradicts pleading emotions.
Razor thin is the line I sever my sensibilities, antipathy reigns over loss as logic is despised by hope. Hope, it lives behind a door in a cavern beneath mountains of anxiety, but it thrives.
And yet, I don't know what to do with it... He's an amazing man, but for whatever reason, for the first time, I find myself not giving in to the chase for the sake of being chased. I can't think of any logical reasons that I shouldn't be into him, but I'm just not feeling it the way he is. The more time I spend getting to know him and letting him get to know me, the more inclined I am to see where this is going--which at the very least will be a great friendship.
Whatever happens, at least I am being honest with him. If he does get hurt, he can't say he wasn't warned.