What I sometimes can’t say

I want to know about you, all about you.

I want to know where you’ve been, who you’ve been with, and what you’ve done.

I want to know about your former and current lovers, because it informs me more about you.

I want to know all about you, because I am deeply and irrevocably interested in you.

I want to share things with you, I want to show you things.

I want to be part of you, and for you to be part of me.

I want us to always want to be together, and to know we need to be apart.

I want to connect with you, separate from you, and then reconnect in different ways.

I would like to relate to you, and have you relate to me.


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And, I would like us to fuck like methed up monkeys.