I saw your profile pic on Twitter and I think I fell in-love with you again. I love your hair, your lips, your smoothe angelic face. I want to fuck you; get deep inside you and stay there forever. I want you to be mine. But it's a fact etched in stone that it will never happen. I respect and understand why you never want to talk to me or see me again. I know you want to erase me from your memories. It's fine with me. They're your memories too, but I think I'll keep my half of the property. I want to remember all that is good associated with love. I still want to believe in magic.
