To sit with her for a few thousand hours and to pick her brain meant every single thing right this minute. The rhymes the rhythms, all of it can disappear dutifully for a long while- whilst he savours her eyes, her tongue(chatterbox times a thousand), her Major Head of Hair… her slender yet profoundly kept silenced sense…

Of searching for a truest trust: a trust that he earns awhile she earns his devoted emotional feelings for her
In reverse

This was never any love letter because that love has been posted- inside the recesses of her starryEyed


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