You met her when still a child, You lost and found her a thousand times in ten thousand unexpected places and situations, You lost count of how many times you've been hopelessly driven into her warm and painfully cold embrace, You find your own thoughts so often flying at her, when struck among useless, silly people playing artificial, fake semblances of life, You can't simply wait to run at her again. It's beyond love or making love, it's beyond reason and even instinct, it's just a clandestine bond running deep into your soul: a forever-lasting attraction, stronger than whatever diurnal feeling or emotion. A throbbing urge, a burning call, a pulse which will keep you awake at night and unable to rest by day, till your last breath. I am here in this empty place, writing a caption, and I still can't stop thinking at her. via 500px http://ift.tt/1uDa0Sb
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