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This is a story about us. An ‘us’ that is perhaps a construction of my imagination: an artist wishfully in love with a girl who conceivably may not feel the same way as he does. It is the same as these thoughts of mine that also may be construed but not confirmed. Before you travelled, all of you, without reserve, presented a sweet, luscious, caring, and sensationally unrivalled. Everything about you was a dream; a conception of meeting an angel in human form made me pinch myself every morning to reaffirm I was not in dreamland. Your laughs was infectious, coming from a profound, sincere place and completely oozing with happiness and joy. You would have answers to anything I said to you without a thought of judgment or connotation and always have the equivalent weight of response to what was said. You continually displayed a never-could-be-cornered personality; often, you never answered questions straight, which was annoying but bizarrely sweet. It pushed me to want to convin

Last night, as I lay in bed, you were the last thought in my head. As I woke up this morning, I thought of you again, And so it has been since you walked into my life. In you, I have found an angel personified, Bringing me the fruit I hungered for, that turned my must-have need. And when unexpectedly presented me, I gobbled it up in greed, Satisfying a craving that my gender would celebrate as conquest and move on. But not me, for the thirst of the fruit laid me to waste, As my longing surged and my need to want more increased at a faster pace. The taste turned my thirst buds riotous, Telling me that what I got was just a scratched surface. Now I’m left wondering what it is about this unquenchable Blessing that I crave, What alluring constituency is in a Blessing that I can’t have enough of? Such that the love of, thoughts of, and need of are so consuming? Dear Lord, this Blessing has turned my mystique and underbelly into an unquenchable fire, please send me a qualified Nurse who

Yesterday talk with you was a lesson, An eye-opener, a moment of reflection. I asked the questions, you answered with grace, I prompted issues, being suggestive, and you responded with poise💞. I pushed the boundary with a diss to have you react, Yet you sweetly took it all in, never to retract. You even suggested arguing a point but relented; it Gave me all the advantages, which I considered crooked. It’s good to be delicate, friendly, kind, sweet, and respectful, Qualities that are gracious if reciprocated and beautiful. Yet still, such values and qualities are meant to support each other, Not hinder or have you vulnerable and not the queen you ought to be💘. Someone is rooting for you to have a nice day, To be happy and fulfilled in every way. Do call to disturb when free; I need an angel to ask how I am, To share my thoughts and feelings with someone who gives a damn💋