the only thing that I miss you?
no sex.
was great, sure, but it had already happened. and it still happens. and then take the sex of the folds so strange, in relation to what you think you should ...
travel no.
have never traveled. and several that I did you were there like a ghost, ghosts, and sometimes disturbing.
no kisses.
kissed me with his mouth closed too, as if he wanted to give you completely. store for you as if a portion of your privacy.
night to talk because we did not
sex, there Sbrana, and recovering all the time that you had deprived us. we talked a bit ', but at other times.
your lines no.
because you were not accustomed to the sweetness. were not accustomed to the poems that you live. your wisdom sometimes I get bored, I knew pedantic, it was demeaning.
your gifts do not.
I've got a couple of great things that made me feel whole body shook. You gave me a hug on a night. but otherwise I did not understand who I was.
your courage not.
because you are not brave. you do not have the strength to take your responsibilities. typical of women. you have not had the courage to viverti something immense, excuses. or maybe you did not want to be with me, and this is your sacred right. but why do you ...
know what I'm missing you?
the way to see my stuff. how to read my words. ways to broaden and bring to life the things that lived only in my mind, just in my heart.
I miss that. the way you comment on my photographs, viewing portions of your world, remnants of your suffering, your reflexes exist in this world.
connected disparate events in a crucible devastating. quotes, prompts, hints.
all so sublime.
listened to me when I was reading. received and any reference, even the smallest traces it leaves.
this.
and much more.
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