I am thinking of you, thinking of you, thinking of you. This living, this breathing, never ending, not ending, not ending. I am not denying. This feeling, a longing, a craving, a wanting, and not only a dream, it’s reality, a world on my own, not an imagination. Thinking of you is near to loving […]
via Thinking Of You — chester maynes
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