Confession No. 72

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Dear Nick,

I want you in the bluntest way.
I want your eyes, your smile, your arms. I want you the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I want you the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words wants to be read.
I want you to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire I have for you.

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