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I crave love in a way that nothing can reflect. I crave you like the wind blows against the tree. It’s harsh, it’s in-perpetually inevitable. It comes all too naturally and I don’t care if it’s too much for you to handle. I want you to fall. I want you to feel it. I want my need to shake you to your core and change how you stand so strong to it all. Let me in. Let me carry you to the ground. Disappear into the depths of my longing until you grow into someone that wants to feel me. The tree needs the wind just the same.
How else will you be moved?

He picked up a baby bird and cradled it in his hands like he had never cradled me. I’m not sure if it was a metaphor, or irony, or the universes way of telling me something. All I could do was smile, and feel just as caged from my own deep love for him. The power is in his hands, it’s his decision, and I hate that I fell in the first place.