Love letter # 83

If I have called your name out a hundred times it was simply to bring you near, to conjure you out of sound, to have you here once more.

If I have imagined you at odd hours it was only to let this walled up love run, to spend this beauty on you … to pretend.

All because, for a few weeks back then, you loved me and I loved you in return – and just like it says in that song: we were amazing.

I could easily be a fool for saying it but I would still give it all for you.

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