I want the love of a true lover.
I want the love that, when I look in her eyes, I feel like I’m swimming 10 miles deep.
I want the love that, when I hear her voice with just the right tone, I feel like I’m going 20 miles deep.
I want the love that, when I touch her skin and run my hands through her hair, I feel like I’m diving to the center of the earth.
I want the love that, when we talk, before during or after all that, we have shared hearts, minds and spirits so much that I feel I’m swimming back up to the far side.
I’m asking.
I want to make myself available.
I am making myself available.
I am available.
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