is it possible to love too much
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is it possible to love too much

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As the midnight bell begins its toll, I pray to the God of the Rising Sun, that as I sleep, and as I wake, I may turn life anew and a'bare, wherefore seeks I not attention, nor delight, in the skeptic stares of strangers n'rare, that I may think before I speak, lest my words untrue become unveil'd, so that I may hate myself a little less, and love the world just a little more

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I miss delicately holding, softly massaging, and gently kissing your paws. They were the softest part of your already silky-smooth body. When my fingertips tenderly caressed the skin, it was like I was touching the velvety scarlet red petal of a rose found in highland meadows during the bloom of a warm spring day. Every day I think of your paws. I felt so connected to you whenever you would rest them on my thick thighs while we watched a show or movie. I miss watching your starry big cocoa eyes slowly roll to the back of your head as my massage released built up tension you've had all day. There would always be a blissful feeling showering me whenever I rubbed my face against them, like it was a fluffy warm blanket fresh out of a dryer. They're so perfectly shaped. The subtle curves of each toe bean and daintiness of your paw fill my soul with warmth every time I think of them. I miss them so unbelievably much. I long for them to be in my hands again
sans is kind of like a fuckable rival you get in a knife fight on a roof with when you think about it
"I like how we're the only ones entertained by this, nobody else cares." You told me as we both observed a wet, russet brown beaver carrying a fish or log in its mouth back to its den. The den's entrance was accessible only by water and was under a thick tree that dangled over a wide, slow flowing stream with small bubbles lazily floating down. The chunky beaver disappeared into a dark hole that looked like it went through a small hill where the tree was rooted into. Only with you do I ever find a deeper enjoyment and curiosity in the smallest details of life. You make the world more lighthearted with your warm presence and witty commentary. I dearly yearn exploring nature with you, even if it was at the same park. There would always be something new to observe, because we always found amusement in worlds where nobody else notices. That's what makes you so special to me. This is an experience that I've only ever had with you. There are countless national parks that I dream and imagine going to with you. You're the only person who I want to explore nature around the world with, and I have ambitions and hope that we do. I profoundly desire to watch a million pastel purple sunsets with you, in every corner of the world. I deeply wish to wake up to a million coral orange sunrises with you.