The love you fall into.

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Goodmorning my darling, or afternoon, whichever it is, but you must know, time seems to run endlessly when I speak these words to you.

I can feel you smiling at me, as I am to you. Your smile was always my favorite piece of you, the way the ends of your mouth curve up slowly when you are amused, and the way your lips effortlessly flow as you speak so delicately.

Oh how exquisite you look when you speak of your passions.

But you do not know me dear, oh but that it seems I completely know you. It may sound utterly crazy, but one day you will find me, when? Is of the unknown, but when you do it will be like we already met, like our souls just click.

I will not tell you what gender I am, for that leaves not much space to the imagination. Until then I will simply describe myself to you.

I have dark hair, of the darkest to be exact.

Or I have light hair, the color of the rising sun.

Yes darling I am teasing you, as I said. I will tell you who I am once you fall for me the way I have fallen for you.

I love how you watch upon my soothing words as if they can mend every wrong one commented upon you. How you softly smile when I say these words.

Do you?

Do you smile when I say these words?

You cannot see me yet you've kept listening and now I want to listen as well.

So darling tell me, cry to me, tell me your darkest secrets, lay yourself bare and tell me about your day. I'm listening.