Time has passed and I still Love You w4m
When the moon is low and full or at crescent hanging high, I picture your face. We look at the same moon. How can we be so close yet so far apart? There are continents between us, yet by my calculations only a few short miles or train stops. I think of you warmly. You are a prince, a warrior among men. You are so kind and thoughtful and generous in your spirit. I cannot believe such a man exists. If only time and space would freeze frame into a moment where only you and I could exist but for a moment so that we could clear the air. To just stop. To just breathe in each other's thoughts. To say everything without words. When the sun gleams and is bright and casts a white hot glow against our Northern skin, I feel you warming me. I miss you. There is a deep deep void in our souls that only you and I can fit within one another. I long to wrap in warm clothing and crunch through freshly fallen snow and become one with it's icy purity, with you, to find warmth there. It is not a trite love, ours. But set within the stars, mapped out in future generations, its witchery is of a kind nature, the stamina of which holds true despite the flickering choking flames of your indifference. I will burn for thousands of years until the quench of your eyes meeting mine finds respite for our torture.

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