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Part of the night simply isn't enough. i actually sat restless and shivered pulsations of desire just to get up and see what you wrote. moon light illuminated my face as the vent to my back mocked me impersonating your warmth. It's funny how your senses know when you want to feel the most. More or less, still air felt like hurricanes and distant noises like planes sounded more like waterfalls raining down onto me. To be rational and call it interest would be an understatement. The meaning of parting is such sweet sorrow, at a time elude me. This oxymoron of pain and pleasure was so real I laughed. Parting with you was painful, but simply because it was with you made it all the more pleasurable. I’m not a writer, but such dreams are made of these illusions of the heart. Forging the deepest desires of our sub-conscience and projecting them into reality is a feat the only could be achieve by one emotion. I‘ll leave that emotion for you to conclude upon... Holy shit i'm gonna be late to work!!!