i fucking hate words. because they are meaningfully less than what i feel or think & could express in nothing but being if we were to spend any fucking time together. i resolve...i shall quit smoking within two weeks & i shall find my way to you within a year. if someone gifted me with a trip to see you i would take it rather than feel ashamed for need .
it can't be much longer.
i do love.
& it's you.
well it's good to my ears....