It's interesting because first my intention with you was of desire but then when I heard you talk about your love towards someone else, it was so pure, so genuine that I forgot my feelings. I could only picture you and your desires, I merged into your skin, I felt your love and I smiled. There was magic in your eyes. So I forgot that I exist, I erased myself. And, damn, I was happy. I was so happy for you.
I didnt feel anymore as you were an object of desire. You became energy. The good one. I now can only respect you and see you as part of myself. But not in a romantic way. In a spiritual way, if that makes sense.
I live for these moments. I absorve them all. Because I never felt the same way. I dont know what true love is. And fuck its beautiful. I have seen it in your eyes. I am so thankful for that. For now that has to be enough. Carry on beautiful soul, carry on.
AR
