#0008
How I have loved one woman for 3 years. But alas my heart wanders to a love over ten years ago. How when I'm with her we have a connection that could be cut or grabbed from the thin or heavy air. How I lie and say she is just a buddy, a friend, a chum or just a connection to my past. How I lay awake thinking, fantasizing of kissing her, touching her, fucking her. While my dear love layes aside me. How I see her face when my love is screaming my name. How I wish she was my love from long ago. She is charming and clever. Like me and our eyes are at pure level. Who will see me will her to me. But I'm terrified to end something so long. My legs are restless and so is my heart. I will die in new York city. Hopefully with her holding my hand.