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wolven7.... Love hurts. It really does. It twists, twines and swirls beneath the surface of everything, and every synapse fires and spasms, at it's passing... (Interpol - [Obstacle 1]). My face is flushed, and it burns, and spasms, with each new sentence, and protestation of pourpose... A Smile, a laugh, and the pain of distance. Love cuts like a knife, and kisses like the warm ashes of burning worlds.
All of these things, and more, when i look at you. When i talk to you. When i express of you. You are warm breezes and winter sunsets, you are spring life and fresh-cut roses, dying, slowly, you are raging fires, and burning embers. (Evanescence - [My Immortal]). You are everything i want, in this world, and when i talk to you, i want the world to go away, so that it's you and me and all of the important silences we have to speak to each other. The pauses, the stems of music, and the reading. Each other, or whatever.
I love you.
All of these things, and more, when i look at you. When i talk to you. When i express of you. You are warm breezes and winter sunsets, you are spring life and fresh-cut roses, dying, slowly, you are raging fires, and burning embers. (Evanescence - [My Immortal]). You are everything i want, in this world, and when i talk to you, i want the world to go away, so that it's you and me and all of the important silences we have to speak to each other. The pauses, the stems of music, and the reading. Each other, or whatever.
I love you.
