The world is such a small place, but very big when alone.. Like all the drops in the ocean, one can never see the other end. I feel like being there, a tiny, unnoticed drop, carried by the flow. I have nowhere to grip, I can’t even hide. My place, I can’t find. When I suffice from the depths, I smell fresh air.. you.. you make me breath life.. you are like a matchstick to a candle, you make me light up, and melt in your arms. Alas, what is the sea without it’s glare? and what are the leafs without Autumn? Simply null.. Like the night, waiting for sunrise, that’s me waiting for you. I am cold, longing for your skin to warm me up. Your scent of love, yes.. I can smell it, even if though you are far. And your touch, which is so gentle, that I feel like being sprinkled with feathers.. and than.. your taste, which tastes like a drop of rain from heaven. But, for now, the rose has to wait for it’s time to bloom. I will be right here, waiting.. just for you..

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