Just once in a lifetime (or maybe it's twice, or if one is lucky it might happen thrice), one meets a fair person, who helps the heart lift, whose physical presence and words are a gift. Should such an occurrence be served on your plate then take not a breather nor dare hesitate, for time's of the essence, it is fleeting too, and none but you yourself can know what to do. Seek not foreign council nor ask for advice but let honest sweet tender clear words suffice, to confess your feelings and lay them all out lest the other person should think you a lout and tell you quite rudely to, “Be gone, get out.”
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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