This book is about you. It's about you because I love you, believe in you and will ever sense your soul. The mistakes you made were of your distorted sense of time. Or, to be succinct, because you oddly sensed time passing and felt you had to make a move. Feelings alight independently of time. Feelings are our arbiter of life. Time is not. You are leaning on time. Time is phantom. Feelings are tablets of existence. Time is a white picket fence and 2.7 children. Feelings are gushing orgasms and not being able to stop thinking about someone. Feelings are us in a room alone.
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