"It's different. it is..."
"intimate" you say
I wonder if I start
brushing my hair hundred strokes a day
showering in slow-motion
stop using the public transportation
kissing you slowly
cook something really time consuming
sleep an hour less every night
could I get the time slow down so I could have you a little bit longer
You told me you'd take me to the ocean
and I wish to tell you how poets tend to refer themselves as the ocean at least once
and how I could be your ocean because I know how much you love fresh water
I'd promise to be as restless as unpredictable as pure
so I just say
"Yes, intimate"
translation:
you are the best and worst thing ever happened to me
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