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You are good. You left me hanging. The thrill. Pain. Excitement. Been a while

Imagine a room with a count down timer. 

A treasure chest in the middle.

Instrinsic designs yet having hints of princess desire.

Three locks on each side of the chest.

Keys littered all over the ground.

Imagine, what will your image be like?

Now I’m in this process of pain and pleasure. Sure sounds erotic. Well It ain’t. It’s great talking to you, but the times spent talking to you is so minimal. It seems like the only quality talk I have properly have is when I actually meet you up. Ironic isn’t it? When I’m trying to not meet up so often to not have a speedy Get to know. Yet this whole talk when you’re free thing which you have in place is kinda like a third party figuratively. 

You know, I don’t really know what is going on actually. What am I trying to do, do you interact with everyone this way cause you’re way too nice. I’m being a little paranoid, a little, but in time it will escalate! and It’ll be HUGE! MASSIVE! PARANOIA! Seems like right now, I should not delve so deep into your past. I believe that you have people you can rely on. And It doesn’t even have to be me. 

Actually this mystery is good, it can help me ward off unexpected need for wanting to be attached. If I can keep crushing on you, I can ward off unneeded female hormones. Yay for me!

Right now I can only remember, what you probably wore for those few times that we met. First in camp was I think a black shirt, than a red shirt, outside I saw a beige one piece dress and finally yesterday was some green dress which I didn’t see if it was a toga or what it was. 

End of the line, end of the post sweet princess.

Nobody would know what I’m talking about.

Ciaosu 

I’m just a guy, who dreams of big swords and leather armour. Dreaming of being the hero and saving the world. Finding my Damsel and living a life of happiness and satisfaction. Finding love which seemed lost and giving love to the lost.

Reality is a different realm from where I live in. Reality is a place where fabrication of my imaginations can come alive in minimal and painful manners. Finding the one true love seems like an easy task yet I broke many hearts. Leaving scars and broken hearts wherever I go. Where can i find my one true Heart which I can hold onto and can hold onto me. I search for what I seek but I do not ask and thus I recieve not. 

Out of curiosity, I went to check up on how you’re doing.

You still make my heart beat fast but yet at the same time, there is a constant pricking in my heart whenever it comes to you.

If we found a better day to continue, things wouldn’t be this way. But now I’m gone. With no returns to think of~

I read, I hurt, I keep.