I make up a new history to pretend I don't feel you. I ignore how much I miss you. I push the anxiety away and put the desire in my pocket. I dare to make fun of you.
But, to be honest, we can't go on denying the obvious for much longer. We can't fight the instincts nor cut the sex (that you desire and I need). I'd tell you a half-true and I'd yell to the world that I want you.
I just hope the wind takes this message from my heart to your smile.
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