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After all this time, all the shape of change wrought by time and identity, nothing seems to have changed between us. We still dance the same dance; every hair on my body still stands up when we tangle together and you whisper my name in my ear. And you still do it because it because it gives you power. I don't mind.
You are still the most beautiful, the most desirable. I wish with every part of my being that you had wanted to be with someone like me. You didn't, though, and you are happy now. This is, into itself, good, but it is a hard thing to draw solace from.
My god but do I want to fuck you. Probably not as much as some, but enough to be significantly destabilising.
Of you, there is nothing to say.