Your confident calm tones of voice. Your choice of words. Your timing to when to listen and when to speak. All with a certainty of unsure shadows.
I can almost see your smile and sadness or is it yearning… They all are chasing me, my addiction to our conversions.
Your three layers, toughness unkind surface, yet soft gentle middle and last is confusions… all I want, yet can’t… silence is the end of the story.
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