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Dear Thisbe,
Lifetimes have passed and still I have never seen your face, sculpted by the gods, you must be other-worldly.
I awoke startled and worried this night, glaring at that damn crack in the wall, wondering if you were doing the same as I. Surely you were, my eyes fill with tears at the thought of you alone.
I would give everything away to only be with you.
I wish there weren’t a wall.
Love, P.
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Oh, Pyramus,
Your love came to me in a dream, I awoke with your message on my screen. My vision hazy from having just woken up, I felt irrational, separated from you by only a wall, not counting, of course, my infinite pool of doubts and insecurities. Wanting to only kiss your lips, there was a wall. Wanting only to see you, there was a wall. Wanting only to say those three words, there was a wall. Often I find myself in the early hours of the night questioning if you are also awake – would you be thinking of me?
I wish there weren’t a wall.
How I wish I could just know if this were real. If what I feel isn’t just a consequence of hormonal excess. If you feel the same, if that’s why you never want to call yourself only my friend, Pryamus, please, please give me sign.
Are my thoughts forbidden? Is imagining the softness of your lips my one-way ticket to a life of sin?
Lord, please forgive me for my sins. Forgive me for wanting her.
I ask you please, if it is destined for you to ever read this damned, pointless outlet of emotion, I ask of you to immediately cut all ties with me for I may not be able to live with your godly intoxicating presence. The sound of your voice. The endless abyss that are your eyes. How could such perfection ever be created?
T.