I think I do know what you mean: the constant growth from the essence toward perfection, or towards flourishing. Vibrancy. What you are, Nova. What I hope you show me and speak of to me while I learn your tattoo.
By touch, if you'd let me.
[...]
It feels disrespectful to ask that of you. Seeing it written out so, it's unworthy. Something to be spoken, not asked in a text. [...] I've never been good at that sort of thing. Intimate texting. You see, I'm anxious for having asked to touch your tattoo? The irony of it is, I don't have reservations about intimate acts -
Only speaking of them.
I don't mean sex. Or I do, but everything else, as well.
...All of this, for academic knowledge. Of course.
[...]
Something else of intimate nature:
Vevay, will you play your music for me? What you've written: I'd like to hear it.
For the rest, I won't say more except that my daydreams have new depth to them. New suppositions of touch and sights.
And that my heart is pounding as though it hasn't beat at all - for a lifetime. I feel [...] anticipatory? Yes, that word. As though I'll shudder apart with waiting for two weeks to pass.
Well. I've waited this long already; what do two more weeks matter?
You spoke 'romance' first. Remember that when you grow tired of a fool's romantic notions, eh?
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By touch, if you'd let me.
[...]
It feels disrespectful to ask that of you. Seeing it written out so, it's unworthy. Something to be spoken, not asked in a text. [...] I've never been good at that sort of thing. Intimate texting. You see, I'm anxious for having asked to touch your tattoo? The irony of it is, I don't have reservations about intimate acts -
Only speaking of them.
I don't mean sex. Or I do, but everything else, as well.
...All of this, for academic knowledge. Of course.
[...]
Something else of intimate nature:
Vevay, will you play your music for me? What you've written: I'd like to hear it.
For the rest, I won't say more except that my daydreams have new depth to them. New suppositions of touch and sights.
And that my heart is pounding as though it hasn't beat at all - for a lifetime. I feel [...] anticipatory? Yes, that word. As though I'll shudder apart with waiting for two weeks to pass.
Well. I've waited this long already; what do two more weeks matter?You spoke 'romance' first. Remember that when you grow tired of a fool's romantic notions, eh?