I cannot begin nor even explain, our reality within the midst. for, once I did not know you just a few weeks ago, by chance you appeared and became monumental. An intriguing connection lit up between us two. Somewhere lost in between the two. Your insecurities are creating a push and pull. Something you must know will soon shove me through. I you so choose to figure your moves out, with open arms, heart and reciprocation I shall receive. In spite of our consistent speaking, I cannot be the once to convince of you of so.
Opened heart chakras feelings abroad. Awaiting the day until we become ONE.
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