D. (dalaruan) wrote,

frightened of my will, of what it might do, it is so strange and strong

The very same day a year ago I followed you to that roof in Italy. This could get very intense, you said. But you didn't imagine how intense it would be and how strongly we both fell for this intensity, this abyss of total immersion.

It scared you as it scared me.

Part of me is still on that roof, waiting for you. Although I sense that the man I knew is gone.

But as long as I stay here the bond that made us possible will not break.

And you know it.

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