To My Dear One,
Lines and forms move as I ride in the car. The lights of the city streak past as I go by them. I am in something grand. The lines lead to the corners of the building, and then down to the street. If I got out and touched them, they would have a texture. I could feel the temperature of the materials. I would realize that they are in fact real. But they're not. Nothing is as real to me as the love I have for you. Our relationship is makes me realize just how everything is placed in this world. And without you here, I don't see reality. The only thing I see is your absence. The space between my arm and my body in which you are supposed to be. The only reason I can bear the reality of your absence is because I know that I will see you again, fairly soon.
Truly Yours,
Those Jolly Lions
my poetic boy, I can't wait to be in your arms again.
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