and then there's the longing, the waiting to be with you.
I love the very longing, though it pains me.
Your face when I see you...
I love the very waiting to see your face.
The anticipation thrills me with joy and sadness.
But there's always your face, makes me remember and forget oh so many things.
How could you possibly be so unique this way, and all the other ways.
I love the very resisting of you too...
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