We met when I was four years old. You were wild and strange and like nothing I’ve seen before. Your violent outbursts scared me, but the sheer delight it brought to the surrounding faces, had me thinking you meant no harm. Too soon you left the way you came, sudden and without warning, and you stayed away for a long time. I missed you instantly and fiercely and knew at that moment, I never wanted to be without you.
Over time, my feelings kept growing. You were never as committed as I was but I didn’t care, I just loved you more and more. Every time you disappeared, my heart stayed behind; bruised and broken. Each time you appeared, all would be forgiven; I couldn’t help myself, I still can’t. There’s something so intoxicating about you, you have me craving, and it’s maddening. Is it your passionate eruptions, your calming rhythm late at night, is it the way you smell on my skin? No matter… I’m still hooked, my heart forever yours and I still miss you; each sun-filled, clear-blue-sky morning, I miss you.
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