Anyone who days "infatuated" with any tone other than awe, I pray one day finds themselves surrendered to it.
There is a way of seeing a person with the intuition, with the eye of the soul rather than a casual glance. I see that with you. I see that in you when you meet my gaze. This infatuation, this obsession, it is the internal fire I've been seeking all my days.
You are my Rome. All roads lead right back to you. And I am surrendered to this infatuation, this destiny with you.
I could soak in all that you are forever and still be right here, still wanting more. It is infatuation, but what is love without it? Obsession, passion and true love are threads of the same emotion, a perfect recipe of sexual attraction.
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