Is there really a beginning and an end to everything? I’d
like to think there are exceptions. It’s rare, but sporadically, time becomes a
fluid continuum: an always and a never simultaneously. Sort of like when two
people collide and they’re not sure if it’s the first time they ever met or the
last and they are frozen in a moment for all eternity. There is a complete lack
of definition when you lose yourself and all notion of the world around you, as
you find yourself wondering where one person ends and the other begins.
Look into my eyes and smile Follow me with your gaze Come and stand beside me Drink in my scent Graze my arm with yours And let yourself breathe out You're safe here by my side Talk with me about everything And nothing at all Laugh, and cry with me Share a meal with me Hold me close and cherish me. Touch my hand as we walk together Write me words of love Lose yourself in my embrace And find out what I'm worth Kiss like it's the first time, the last time and the best Take me away with you And show me all the rest.
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