i wish i could ask you out for a cup of coffee. even if the reason you'd go with me is not a willingness for company nor just a simple attraction. I would be content to be the object of your curiousity.
i am tired of writing love letters to the wind. i am tired of directing words to deaf ears and smiles to blind eyes.
wishes can never be wings they say, move on and find someone else. there are things that can never be, i know. but for once, i don't want to think of what can never be's, i don't want to consider the consequences.
i do hope you'd go out with me, if only for a cup of coffee, even if i'll just be an object of curiousity.
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Alas, I could only take a portrait of her from afar.
Thy smoke clutters my vision of thee, oh fair maiden.
When will thou seeketh my company? When will thou hold mine hands?
Can you not see my agony?
--Tales of the Wayward Stalker, Chapter 77 Jedi Chronicles
Best regards from NY! »
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