"You've been trained," he says. I know he's right, but I keep pushing.
It's almost a detriment, his goodness.
"I love you. I want you to realize that it goes beyond just this. This doesn't define my love," he insists.
To be unfulfilled.
I used to be promiscuous. Now I just make promises.
I keep them, too.
I am a delicacy.I indulge in things
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