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sitting again by the water...listening to the birds chirp, gazing at the moon we share. the clouds float by. the wind moves strands of my hair on my cheek. reminded of a hand gently touching my face. its late, dark, even a bit gloomy, yet in awe i smile brightly, widely at my confessions.
log cabin, discussing shapes of a fire, what a lingering, enticing, realistic dream!
leaning back, i allow the imaginary embrace to capture my senses once again.
a charmer, a romantic, a witty lad, a cynic...
clearly, i have much to learn of you... much to envision.
"from a crush, angelplusdev",
i say to myself, as i brush the cool water with my toes.