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pieces of my own

So there I was

Looking straight into your eyes

Before you could say a word

I told you my first goodbye

Just as you think it was the end

No my dear friend

It was a morning or first sun ray

A chapter in a book or something like that

Maybe I started confusion

Maybe some new mind revolution

Probably change in us that we waited for a long time

A touch, a dance, a kiss - would you also like some?

highlights

My dear, there's so much I would love to say, but since you know me best, you know I won't say a word.  Also of everything that happened before, I do not wish to rush too fast. I write stories of which you have  known before, only this time I share some of  the true me in them. And you know that there's still that part of me who doubts and scares myself. I do still manage to convince myself with a little foolishness. I could put this all in more difficult riddles and metaphores, but I highly doubt that you would need that.