Goodbye. My Love. There's no must in my leaving. I just wish to leave you. Weird isn't it? I can choose to go without much reason why. I love you. I smile as I say it. That's why I know it's true. Keep loving me. Please? Somehow, I know you'd shout in response. With profanities of every kind. Love me is what I asked and I'll never get it as I've wished.
Funny thing. I can. No. People can always give you what you want. Always someone willing. The only issue, it makes me laugh, is that the person you hope to give it to you (in my experience) never will. Loving me is something someone may be willing (if not with eager passion) will do. But, I only want you.
Love me. I'm not on my knees. I want to walk with you. I'm not begging. I'm wealthy in my devotion to you. But I plead with open arms. For me to embrace my only beacon. My brightest light. My love.
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