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[necropolitical]

There's my Vevay; I thought the sun might not rise today, but it only took a little longer than usual. With good reason, of course! I am so pleased you had a nice evening. Truly, the thought of you enjoying life warms me so well.

[...]

And, true also, the thought of you wanting to return to me. A different warmth, this. The sense that, of all the world might offer you, you chose to return to just the dream of me. Strange, to think-

No, not strange, because don't I prefer your words above anything I could do with my hours? Don't I dream of you, as well, and wake thinking I feel you still beside me - though I've never felt you.

Andrii has taken up jokes at my expense; I apparently sighed your name in my sleep last night - which I am prone to do. Talking, not specifically speaking your name. Restlessness, you see. The more restless I am, the more I talk.

Between one thing and another, I am restless now.

Before I speak more to that, let me say this: your first message charmed me so. Even in the depths of intoxication, you are sweet, and I adore you. Even when you misgender me in Polish, Vevay, I am so delighted by you.

I hope [...]

No, I won't do this. No hoping for my own worth proven to you, equal to the trouble ahead. Instead, I'll say that I am grateful.

To you. To the universe that gave me you. To myself for knowing once, just once, the right moment, man, and words. (Even if the right moment and words are still ahead - twelve days! - I'm grateful.)