I am thirsty for you, and all I have in my hand is a flower and longing. I am so thirsty for your blue eyes, and for your unforgettable radiance. How did all this happen without me knowing? You are rooted inside me and penetrate deep into my soul like a precious and unique treasure. Perhaps you do not know that I live on your memory, I search for your name and your smile. Perhaps you do not know that I kiss the letters of your name passionately, and hug your pink picture passionately, hoping to be quenched, because I am always thirsty for something from you. Perhaps one day you will think of passing by here, just to say hello, just to see your blue eyes, it will be enough for me and quench my thirst.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
I am thirsty for you, and all I have in my hand is a flower and longing. I am so thirsty for your blue eyes, and for your unforgettable radiance. How did all this happen without me knowing? You are rooted inside me and penetrate deep into my soul like a precious and unique treasure. Perhaps you do not know that I live on your memory, I search for your name and your smile. Perhaps you do not know that I kiss the letters of your name passionately, and hug your pink picture passionately, hoping to be quenched, because I am always thirsty for something from you. Perhaps one day you will think of passing by here, just to say hello, just to see your blue eyes, it will be enough for me and quench my thirst.
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