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Realization: the gift and the curse. |
| Every thought is the same when you look at her, your dream the love is overwhelming soon, you think, you will confess The day comes and goes she sees your real side and doesn't trample it but instead embraces your emotion with her own Time treks on with you both coming to a milestone one summer night when you consummate everything passionate embrace and warm caress love blooms as a morning rose then you sleep So how does it feel the morning after is it everything you imagined it would be or a horrible kind of different like realization the kind you can't change forever. |