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The Hour…
I’ve said this already. But I need to say it again to lay it out unto the universe.. To make sure that my pleas are heard… His presence, even far away is a powerful thing. Consuming.. There is not enough time. There is never enough time in the minutes that flow into hours, which only feel like seconds. Loving his voice, his words. The way he forms them into sentences that mean something.. Simple & complex all at the same time.

To feel afraid and safe at the same time, is a contradiction. But it is what it is.. But that hour always comes doesn’t it? The one right after I’ve heard your voice, but I know I will not get to hear it again until hopefully the next day.. Those hours in between are oddly comforting. But it’s that one hour that I hate. But I also secretly love.. Because I know you’re feeling it just as strongly..

-Nhya
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