Unused to it or otherwise, you’ve spoken beautifully.
Can’t hardly begin to say how you’ve set me reeling. How I am [ … ] lucky, beyond that. The difficulty here’s in catching speech to match my meaning. I think, Vitaly, there’s so much you are I’ve not got words for, or not yet anyrate.
Give me time, if you will, if you can. I’ll find them yet.
Closest I can say just now is you’ve spoke words to my heart jesus wept, and fuck if I’m not half overcome.
[ … ]
Thank you, Talik.
Not to say you’re either asking or expecting thanks, nor to say that’s any impression I’ve taken. Only [ … ] it’s far from naught, what you’ve said, and I’m wanting it acknowledged.
You’ve a way with showing a man toward feeling his importance.
For record’s sake, no soured feelings as regards the misunderstanding. I didn’t speak the fact directly, learned that’s not wise, always, even when prospects look brighter than nay. Best to settle a suggestion, see what lands and whether anything grows out from it.
So it did. What you began saying, that’s to my appreciation. Holding a stance for personhood, self knowing at the risk of upsetting myself or rocking some boat borne on grudging. Matters that you tended thuswise, and so adamant. Matters you speak for your principles, and that a person’s own defining’s included therein.
[ … ]
I’ve been thinking all this time I’m lost a little further every word you send. The wanted kind of lost, I’m speaking. The kind a man longs for, seeks after. The kind that’s more splendour than fear, and it’s less loss than an act of falling is finding, if that sorts into any kind of sense.
Words like this. A heart like yours. Fact is I won’t hear you speak yourself toward any brutish potentiality, and if you’ve breath that reeks, it matters not a shit to myself. (Though truth is I suspect your breath’s no more foul than yr voice is high. [ … ] Going to be hearing those tones replaying in my thinking, I am.)
[ … ]
Adorable, your boy. Adorable, your self. Glad your cousin caught this video and glad you’ve shared it. Glad as well to watch it for the fourth time over.
[ … ]
I’d like to see you with your son sometime. You and Sergiy, Dodo as well. You make a fine family.
[ … ]
Fuck me. And aren’t you just the man a body’d like to know as father to his childr
Yr pup chasing after something there, a clam or like, or just, eh. Burrowing?
[ … ]
Back to what I was getting at, that earlier message. About waiting. About my capacity my readiness for so doing. You’re right about me, true, that I’m no man dissuaded by cautionary terms. Hope can be a crushing thing, sure. It’s also the blood of life, done well. There’s always chance in play, and I’m not a man to mind it.
Thing about happiness, Talik.
There’s happiness passes in glints and glimpses.
There’s good fucks, aye. There’s good feelings to be had breezing along a roadside middle of the night, moonlight shone and all. There’s pleasance in a smile that sees yr own self and offers welcome of whatever sort.
There’s as well a happiness includes and both surpasses all, I’d like to think. Do think, speaking honest, speaking hopeful. Can’t say I’ve found it, but I’m not a man to cease seeking.
And I believe I’ve found its glimpsing. What could be its earnest core.
[ … ]
[ … ]
Always thought myself a MILF man, and I won’t say I’ve not been an appreciator. Still and even so. Turns out I was after the right DILF all this time.
To quote myself, or else repeat myself: Christ alive.
2/4 can't shut this man up
Can’t hardly begin to say how you’ve set me reeling. How I am [ … ] lucky, beyond that. The difficulty here’s in catching speech to match my meaning. I think, Vitaly, there’s so much you are I’ve not got words for, or not yet anyrate.
Give me time, if you will, if you can. I’ll find them yet.
Closest I can say just now is you’ve spoke words to my heart
jesus wept, and fuck if I’m not half overcome.[ … ]
Thank you, Talik.
Not to say you’re either asking or expecting thanks, nor to say that’s any impression I’ve taken. Only [ … ] it’s far from naught, what you’ve said, and I’m wanting it acknowledged.
You’ve a way with showing a man toward feeling his importance.
For record’s sake, no soured feelings as regards the misunderstanding. I didn’t speak the fact directly, learned that’s not wise, always, even when prospects look brighter than nay. Best to settle a suggestion, see what lands and whether anything grows out from it.
So it did. What you began saying, that’s to my appreciation. Holding a stance for personhood, self knowing at the risk of upsetting myself or rocking some boat borne on grudging. Matters that you tended thuswise, and so adamant. Matters you speak for your principles, and that a person’s own defining’s included therein.
[ … ]
I’ve been thinking all this time I’m lost a little further every word you send. The wanted kind of lost, I’m speaking. The kind a man longs for, seeks after. The kind that’s more splendour than fear, and it’s less loss than an act of falling is finding, if that sorts into any kind of sense.
Words like this. A heart like yours. Fact is I won’t hear you speak yourself toward any brutish potentiality, and if you’ve breath that reeks, it matters not a shit to myself. (Though truth is I suspect your breath’s no more foul than yr voice is high. [ … ] Going to be hearing those tones replaying in my thinking, I am.)
[ … ]
Adorable, your boy. Adorable, your self. Glad your cousin caught this video and glad you’ve shared it. Glad as well to watch it for the fourth time over.
[ … ]
I’d like to see you with your son sometime. You and Sergiy, Dodo as well. You make a fine family.
[ … ]
Fuck me. And aren’t you just the man a body’d like to know as father to his childrYr pup chasing after something there, a clam or like, or just, eh. Burrowing?
[ … ]
Back to what I was getting at, that earlier message. About waiting. About my capacity my readiness for so doing. You’re right about me, true, that I’m no man dissuaded by cautionary terms. Hope can be a crushing thing, sure. It’s also the blood of life, done well. There’s always chance in play, and I’m not a man to mind it.
Thing about happiness, Talik.
There’s happiness passes in glints and glimpses.
There’s good fucks, aye. There’s good feelings to be had breezing along a roadside middle of the night, moonlight shone and all. There’s pleasance in a smile that sees yr own self and offers welcome of whatever sort.
There’s as well a happiness includes and both surpasses all, I’d like to think. Do think, speaking honest, speaking hopeful. Can’t say I’ve found it, but I’m not a man to cease seeking.
And I believe I’ve found its glimpsing. What could be its earnest core.
[ … ]
[ … ]
Always thought myself a MILF man, and I won’t say I’ve not been an appreciator. Still and even so. Turns out I was after the right DILF all this time.
To quote myself, or else repeat myself: Christ alive.