I adored you before I met you. Hearing stories about you had you drifting in and out of my mind. Meeting you for the first time left my nerves in tatters, and I could hardly stay in the same room with you. Then after many glasses the three of us had a chance to connect. Everything that I imagined you to be was real. Yet you sit in a place where you can’t be reached. Complex, intense, private. An island, perhaps not by choice. You spoke of unrequited love. I know your pain because I felt it as I sat with you; for you are the catalyst of my pain. I’ve learned to enjoy the time I have you in my world for what it is.
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