January 6, 2017

So I want to get to know you slowly, gently - with no promises of tomorrow. I want to unfold like wild flowers that only bloom by the changing light of the moon. Quietly, mysteriously, with no need to arrive for anyone else - existing just as we are, bathed in midnight.

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