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Today is November 3rd, and I'm thinking about how we all want to be known, to be loved. We all wish for those intimate conversations that never seem to end, conversations that don't require effort. I think it should be that way, but as you get older and keep trying with these "intimate conversations" you realize that it's hard to find that one person to have it with. We all want that someone to not just debate with, but to talk about the colors in the fall time or how short life sometimes feels. I feel that it is in these moments of intimacy when people fall in love. It's all honesty, no ******** And yet, we keep trying to achieve the perfect "intimate conversation" like in the movies- hoping their magic will rub off on us. In trying to achieve it, don't we lose out on the authenticity of intimacy? To be intimate, truly intimate, there is honesty, there is authenticity. And despite everything, that's what I felt when I was with you. If I never see you again, thank you for reigniting the flame to my life's passions. If we do, I'll see you in Positano.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
My letter to you
Today is November 3rd, and I'm thinking about how we all want to be known, to be loved. We all wish for those intimate conversations that never seem to end, conversations that don't require effort. I think it should be that way, but as you get older and keep trying with these "intimate conversations" you realize that it's hard to find that one person to have it with. We all want that someone to not just debate with, but to talk about the colors in the fall time or how short life sometimes feels. I feel that it is in these moments of intimacy when people fall in love. It's all honesty, no ******** And yet, we keep trying to achieve the perfect "intimate conversation" like in the movies- hoping their magic will rub off on us. In trying to achieve it, don't we lose out on the authenticity of intimacy? To be intimate, truly intimate, there is honesty, there is authenticity. And despite everything, that's what I felt when I was with you. If I never see you again, thank you for reigniting the flame to my life's passions. If we do, I'll see you in Positano.
yzabelle-marie-onate
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
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