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"Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it."  
   
Curtis Judalet  
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I don’t have to imagine that I love you, or could love you, when I’ve loved you for so long, irrespective of what’s right or wrong as life is short, and the heart yearns for that which our hands cannot touch.    
   
For moments shared with you during the winters of your life is what sustained us, and kept us tethered to one another as our passion and desire triggered a cascading flow of emotion.    
   
I miss the way you touch me as the heat in your kiss triggers my breath to trail across your flesh, whilst your brand of love leaves me aching for more, and when you look at me and ask me if I still love you, please know I never stopped loving you.    
   
I never stopped aching for the real that lives & breathes in your soft spoken words and haloed kisses as they crush my heart, and when the absence of your touch evades my senses and penetrates my heart & soul, I’m rendered helpless.    
   
Forever aching to unravel the mystery that’s hidden behind your eyes, and tell me no lies, just be yourself as your breath upon my flesh is all that I look forward to when time permits, so you can watch the rise & fall of my breath whilst taking me to heaven.