As I look at your, I envison thoughts of what could be, or what should be ... better yet what is meant to be. To be rightfully ingrained in your soul was the closest thing to nobility. But the enigmatic of your being was daunting yet exciting, cryptic yet alluring. And I could not protect myself from it. Because the warmth of your innocent touch made me believe captivity was indeed freedom. You see, I could be captured by the bliss of your love even if it was just amicable. Even if it was just occasioinal. The idea of it all made me think casual mishaps were indeed ordained.
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