Love letter # 93
Why am I still hungry? Because I am not satisfied.
And why am I not satisfied? Because I am starving.
If I could live with the love you gave rather than pine for the love I dream of taking – then I would be bathed in light right now.
This black night – it is nought but my wanting.
And this hunger – it is nought but a failure to eat.
I will not cry out in the darkness for your hands to hold me – I will reach out instead to you, my love … and give of everything.
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