[..] Believe me when I say, I take you as you are, even if you are intangible—I touch but do not hold, grasp but do not comprehend. I will never try to capture the sun, it is not mine to keep.
We are but dust bunnies frolicking by the corner of your bedside table— I could never see you in all that darkness but I don’t need to see you to know you. One can never trust the eyes, they have seen too much, they have seen too little; They see only what they want to see, and maybe I see only you. But touch, it is less presumptuous, and less affected. You feel only what there is; or isn’t. When all is said and done, am I going to be the one who bites the dust? Only a fool gladly takes the fall, but aren’t we all fools of the world and a world of fools?
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