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3/3
[ … ]
Left this for last not from disinterest. Disinterest’s far from the case of what I feel and what I’d like, and see you spoke of children and I took another minute or three reeling.
Thing is, I can’t say I’ve [ … ] let myself imagine far down that particular line.
Never seemed feasible, really. And then after what happened, eh, with [ … ] eh you see, Nicky and Liza [ … ] that territory for thinking turned itself wilder than I could pass through.
[ … ]
I like the thought of raising children. Even better, the thought of raising children with you, and if I let myself imagine it now
Thing is, it knocks me wordless to try. Catches my throat with wishfulness.
Think you’ve gleaned a sense I’d like very much to know Sergiy as my son. Like to raise him with you [ … ] if it’s not too presumptuous for speaking, or nay, I’d like it, however presumptuous I am in saying. Fact of the matter is I’m eager for the day it’s right to meet him. Fact is I’ve love for your boy already, he being yours and all you’ve spoke of him reaching right to my heart.
Aye and let’s not forget, the lad tells a right good bird joke c:
What I mean’s it chokes me up some and more than some, thinking what it’ll be to meet him.
[ … ]
And you talk about [ … ] my kids and
I’d speak thanks for your saying it, only I’d venture you don’t need or wish thanks, and any case the words’d be unequal to me feeling. I’d like [ … ] aye, if ever they’d wish it and if ever it’s possible [ … ] that so, I’d very much like Liza and Nicky to know they’ve a home with me. With us. [ … ] Don’t know that they would or wouldn’t want it, or I mean [ … ] little as I’ve been in contact with em, I can’t speak to where they stand in life or what they want for homes, or whether they’re pleased perfectly with living as they’ve got it now
and whether they’d wish to see myself at all.Which. That, eh. That’s a hard one for thinking on, because see I’d rather all turned well for em and the woman bore em figured how to be a mother. Fuck’d I be wishing misery on [ … ] my kids, right? [ … ] Though heart of myself, still and all there’s that part of me [ … ] wants them coming back. I know there’s no chance it being both ways, and if I’m choosing one over the other, of course it’s that woman having worked her shite out so they’re happy now and cared for. [ … ] Be nice were there a third option, peace for all parties.
[ … ]
There’s that for that, and point is it’s worlds of meaning to me, your welcome and your love for them.
[ … ]
And as well, I’d be right pleased myself with the four of us, you and I and Sergiy and Dodo. There’s also no part of me opposed to a plentitude of kids. Five’s nothing outside what I’d like myself, nor outside what we two could manage, aye? A horde, all of em cared for and all of em loved.
There’s that for certainty, that whatever the count of kids, you’d be the most attentive father to em all.
Eh, well. The most attentive, measured equally beside myself. c: Or so I’d like to think, and so I’d strive.
Aye, you and I and Sergiy and Dodo, or all of us and more besides, we’ve got a hundred possible futures ahead, all of them waiting bright. 🧡🧡🧡
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Vevay, you make me breathless. Every word from you, every possibility I see unfolding in your messages is equally bliss and misery.
I think you know one form that misery takes. What I would give to have cries drawn from me by you. Better, to draw every sound I can from you.
[...]
What I would give to be able to write my thoughts as freely as you.
Will you be patient for me?
I can't give you any sort of howling until I'm certain it's safe to do so - but I can talk to you. I can tell every base thought I've had from the moment you used that name for me.
I'd like to place my fingers against your throat, gently, and feel your heart beat when I speak of all the ways I truly want to touch you. If a few sentences here can drive you to expressing desire as you've done - how sorry I am that I couldn't see! - then I wonder what I could do in whispers against your ear.
[...]
I would be so happy, Vevay. In this one future I imagine, I speak all my desire and love to you in the same beautiful, unchaste promise.
And then I leave you in the same state that you have your Talik now. Struggling to stay composed, but with every sense inflamed.
Starving, yes, but more alive than ever before.
When I can finally have you, can you imagine that cataclysm? I can. I can imagine what it is to be at the heart of a star as it burns its hottest. The core of violent creation and destruction, bound in your body drawn tense, arching or undulating, trembling thighs and scalding hands.
[...]
If I can type these things, imagine what I want to say.
[...]
Vevay, would you[...]I've tried twice to ask now a question, both in my last message and in this one. But you've mentioned it yourself, so perhaps you won't be displeased if I [...] try.
If I take another risk.
[...]
Would you consider allowing me to tend you, as you tended yourself?
It isn't a fetish. It's only that I'd like to learn how, and how to [...] let it be part of what we might do together. To think of it the same as readying any other part of you.
How I would hate for any moment between us to feel like a matter of necessity only.
[...]
I'll admit, the thought of you guiding my hand to help you 'make a testament' of yourself will haunt me. (But only if it excites you, as well. Only then.)
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Only for twelve days. Only then.
[...]
Vevay, you wrote words that drew me to a precipice of every emotion - longing, grief, desire. Agony. Joy.
Need. I think I have always needed you -
Those words prove this, because they speak to futures I've imagined all my life.
'Husband' is one. What you've said of Sergiy, though. [...] I feel broken. Pierced by those words as though by a bullet and shattered like glass.
Very little rends me, stings my eyes with [...] tears, with aching.
His own mother
Perhaps you should have been his father all along, beside me always
[...]
I can't speak about this. Not without words I'm holding until I meet you. So - please. Please know I have answers for you, waiting to be given. Please understand their nature because I won't put them in text.
[...]
I think if two people imagine the same future, then it must be more likely to become truth.
My beautiful Vevay. My Nova. My star. Someday, more than my dream for the future, as well.
3/3
One final addition to this imagined future.
I would do everything in my power to reunite you with your children, even if only to visit and remind them they are loved.
It's a vow I would give you at the hour I called you that one shattering word.
[...]
Ah, but -
I will do everything in my power, Nova.
No matter what I ever become to you, friend or lover or husband, I swear it to you regardless. You'll see them again [...] and they will know they have their father.
1/?
It’s all right entire. All’s well, and all’ll hold for speaking til we’re present and together.
We’ve got all time and all the world ahead of us, never any rush aye?
Only your Vevay, here and always. 🧡🧡
Eh. Can’t say I’ve no wish these twelve days would hurry themselves ahead, but meanwhile we’ve got messaging for contact, and that’s no small thing.
[ … ]
[ … ]
Won’t surprise you happens, that I’ve taken for myself another moment, this of the kind involving amazement at a could be future, and awe again in all you are, the words you speak and I’ve no doubt in.
Couldn’t chance to breathe again, and I’m over here getting in my emotions, to speak the least of it.
My Talik. Vitaly. I
[ … ]
It’d like that. To see the two of them, if nothing else. To know they’re well [ … ] and [ … ] if it’s worse than well, to bring them
backto something better.Fuck’m I to do with all this I’m feeling, ah, christThere’s nothing and there’s no one like you.
And [ … ] if they’re anything like the way they were, Nicky and Liza’ll adore you, that’s truth.
[ … ]
A minute, this time just for composing myself, and I’ll be back with you, more to say and there’ll be further messages to say it 🧡
2/2
The way you draw me likewise to that precipice. The ways I find myself stumbling over, falling, lifted back again. That falling and that lift gifted with equal ardour, aye, and striking my own soul breathless every time.
Don’t know how I’m meant to keep drawing air around you. But eh, industrious as I am, I expect I’ll find a way, if only to keep on hearing what you’ve got to speak. If only to keep on knowing you, glimpsing you.
Aye, gazing on you, to keep you in my hold.
You’re writ clear to me, Talik. You image and the internal of you, makes more sense than any sight I’ve met before. Comes more real and closer than any dream or waking world’s encounter.
There’re more words for that future, and I’ll hold em til we can speak hand in hand and side to side. But aye my Talik, know I’ll be dreaming on what could be and might shall be, expounding on and deepening that dream, til that day we meet.
Twelve days’ time. It’s only twelve days against a lifetime lived, not so wretched, ey?
[ … ]
Might ask your forgiveness speaking this just a mite further, but it bears speaking and to my estimation, ‘husband’s a word.
Be a right good word for you, and to speak for you, another naming for yourself.
Thought and info to keep there for yourself, my Talik.
And here’s this for keeping just as well
There’s no consideration needed, Talik, as I know my answer as regards tending. Your tending to myself, and that act turned intrinsic part of what we do together in, eh, ways speaking toward the physically passionate.
It pleases me. Fuckin bowls me over, being honest. There’s not many’d think to either ask nor offer it at all. It’s not all that see it as I do, aye, the way you speak it. As something not so strange, not strange at all. Something that has its part in pleasure and love making, as it’s a part of my self, aye?
What I mean’s I’d like it. You tending to me. You learning, that, and myself aware of and burning on your care.
Like to know your hand led my my own upon me, touch and touch aligning. Like your fingers at my throat, that as well. That’s so, feel every way you strike me through, race and catching in my heart, sign spoke to your feeling. I want that for you, and want it for myself. No doubt you’ll set me inflamed, leave me feeling fire’s lick, aye and my Talik’s lick, the day through.
And that cataclysm as you spoke it
Bring me that, do, and let me bring you to the same. Your star’ll burn bright, no doubt there, but best remember what touches that star’s prone to catching fire also. I’ll turn you bright, my Talik, set you to the sky beside me, my own star brought through the supernova. It’s creation that’ll win above destruction with us, always. Yourself and I, bringing new lights, aye new hopes upon the heavens.
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[...]
Iryna says hello.
I'm sorry, Vevay. I looked away from my phone for one moment and it was taken. Nevermind that it was in my pocket. Locked.
She said she wanted to see what was causing me to blush. To be fair, I am and have been all day.
Hopefully, seeing your last message will deter her from any further inquiries, eh? Without taking the time to read back to earlier this week, she wouldn't understand anything from it except that we've been speaking about foreplay in very vague terms.
And [...] being romantic with one another. Here, the deterrent. Iryna is not one for romance.
Or relationships predicated on romance.
[...]
Aromantic, that word.
So, she'll have learned her lesson. (I hope.)
[...]
...Well, I'll put shaving cream in her shoes tonight.
2
Please, Vevay, if it was a moment needed for composure from some unhappiness -
Consider remaining with me if such a moment comes again. Let me be here with you for every experience. Isn't it in this that creation begins?
How near one feels when every piece of the heart is unbared. If you've allowed me to know you so deeply - if we know one another body and soul - think how our fires will burn.
[...]
No, there's a better reason than this.
I want to care for you [...] every way you need from a man who could be your husband.
[...]
[...]
[...]
I swear to god, if Iryna makes one more disgusted sound at meWell, I'm blushing again. You throw my whole self into chaos.
But 'husband' is
Fuck, I can't ask you to be my husband, I've known you a week
We haven't met
Even I know that's insanity
[...]
'Husband' is a word for 'someday' and 'potential'.
[...]
It could be a word for you, as well as me. So. We'll keep this set aside for later consideration, like a savings account. A word full of possibility for the future.
3
That will be enough for now.
They aren't empty words, my Vevay. You'll see them again.
[...]
In the meantime, I am going to take these thoughts you've given me and put them very quietly in the back of my mind where they can't torment me.
Or not very much.
I'll be leaving here in three days for Berlin; maybe I'll let the thoughts rise to the fore again and have several moments of my own.
[...]
How did the rewiring go, with the basement that is really a basement and not anyone's downstairs?
1/3
It strikes me well. Up on a shelf it goes, to be viewed as I pleased and saved for those days to come and their possibilities.
Meanwhile, there’s a plentitude of other cause for blushing, ey? And I’m sure your Vevay’ll find more, intended and otherwise. 🧡
Much of it liable to send your sister back to disgust, but eh, Irisha finds herself flinching for the bleach bottle, that’s her own doing. Locked phones ain’t for prying, and those who enter uninvited best reap their consequences. Aye and aromantic’s well and good, but all the more cause she should keep care in snooping.
Could be that shaving cream’ll teach her. c;
Could be she’ll try nosing again and find herself leveled by a newfound iteration of the romantic. RIP to the lady herself, if that’s so. I’ve no mind to cease with the romantic, nor to do other than thrive in it and chase it with my Talik, far and further still. 🧡🧡
2/3
Fact of the matter is I wasn’t keen on [ … ] let’s say filling chat and crowding your ear with too much that’s woeful, and there’s a lot I’ve got where it comes to Liza and Nicky. Eh, not them themselves, of course, but all those circumstances surrounding.
Not to say I figured you’d mind it. Only [ … ] you’ve your own sources for affliction, aye? And seems they’re roaring plenty as is.
[ … ]
That said, you’ve met my feeling all over again, there with what you said about hearts unbared, and truth, I can’t think there’s creation without eh fullness for disclosure, and meeting what’s spoke with open arms and eyes alike. So right I [ … ]
Here. That in mind, your Vevay’ll keep to speaking that malaise of mine as it hits me. Only if it’s overmuch any time, you tell me, right?
Right, and I trust you for that, as for all else.
[ … ]
You’ve got me hoping, Talik. That aye, I’ll see my kids again. That maybe [ … ] they can be mine again, and maybe they’d like it. It’s you’ve taken my hand and guided me toward so much as seeing hope in this matter, and that’s no small feat.
It’s been, eh, more or less despairing on that matter for longer than’s pleasant for saying. Years now. [ … ] Been five since they were
takenreclaimed[ … ] taken. Three since recognition started setting in, that they weren’t [ … ] coming back. Since grasping that getting word to either of em, and I mean word they’d be sure to receive and word wouldn’t be intercepted, wouldn’t be clear and viable til years down the line.[ … ]
If they’re happy and cared for, if she’s learned to be a parent to em both and if her husband now’s the same, I’ve no intent to rock that boat. Christ knows they’ve had enough of upheaval. Might be my attempting reentry’d only make matters murkier, turn em upside down all over again.
I’m [ … ] hard pressed believing it’s as bright as that. But I’ve no proof, and no right way of knowing. Fuckers have been blocked and barred, same for Roza, and we’ve both tried. Don’t think that fact bodes well for their intentions toward the kids, keeping the both of us restricted, but then and again, it’s nothing I can say certain.
Well. But if Darius’s clued in [ … ] might be there’s something he can find. They can’t hide everything, however evasive they’re keeping.
Thank you, Talik.
For speakin to him, for listening. For your assurances. There’s relief hearing you speak all this. Knowing your words aren’t empty, never are, and christ’s truth, I’ve heard no words nor voice truer, none I’d better trust.
If there’s ever been a chance for the kids, fuck and if there’s ever been a chance for reaches more besides, it’s here and with you.
I'd call myself a lucky bastard, but that'd not say the half of it. Better to say it that I've light in my heart and fire new grown in my soul. Better to say I've a word on a shelf and a boyfriend speaking beauty across texts. Better to say I've got my Talik, and I'm thinking, I feel there's naught that can be set against us.
3/3
Had to ban him from the room, only he kept ambling back. Fucking headache, more so as the man wasn’t inhospitable, nor ill of intent. Just eh, bit gormless bit old, bit lonely.
Eh. Finishing it up tomorrow, fingers crossed and presuming he don’t take it on himself to tear out a brace of sockets.
Problems for tomorrow, those.
Got better things for focus now. Better thoughts for entertaining, letting take their place in imagining and grow. Because there’s this notion now of my Talik finding hisself a spot of privacy in three days’ time. Because there’s thoughts of what that privacy might bring, and how moj ukochany’s like to shake with it, how it’s Berlin’ll take my jealousy for hearing of that howl.
You’ll have to tell me how it goes, ey Talik? 🥴
Aye, and if you find yourself in need of fresh thoughts for rising and for torment, your Vevay’s here and ready with em, count on that. …Speaking fair and truth, might raise a few such thoughts regardless. My efforts will be made for veering from brutality, that’s so! But some thoughts and dreams’ll out and there’s just no helping it. 🧡
What’s got you headed to Berlin? (Apart from the siren’s call of a private momment, course c;)
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ШЗХ
You tease 🥺
Nova you tease me 🥺
[...]
ШЗХ[...]
[...]
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Why would you say such a thing? Now I can't help but wonder what fresh thoughts you have. I was almost calm for the first time today, but that's done with, isn't it? I should show you what you do to me, but I have suspicions that you'd only enjoy it.
Beloved, you are going to kill me before I ever meet you in person - which would be worse than my current condition, my lack of privacy, my longing for you.
Dying before I have the chance to feel your skin's give beneath my touch, or hear how many ways you transform my name, or see the look in your eyes.
Before I ever see or taste or stroke you.
Before I ever know how well you take me.
Or I you.
Can you imagine a worse death than this?
No, you have to be fair. You have to let me live long enough to hold your hands behind your back while I caress your hardness. To see the light and shadows strike across your tattoos as you ride me. Just once - if not every night of my life.
😘😘😘
[ And in English: ]
Save translating that for tomorrow morning, eh? It's a message to take with you to your next job, since the rewiring was so provoking. [...] Like a - goodbye kiss.
Have a wonderful day at work, мій коханий. 😘💙
c:
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In particular, this is because I want to focus not on our romance (which I promise you, Vevay, will be romance through all the days we share) but on the other matter.
Thank you for speaking so freely with me. Please, коханий, always know you can tell me your troubles. Would you really feel happiness if you thought you could only feel happiness with me? It's better to have a partner who will stand beside you, hold you through the worst as well as the best.
I will, Nova. I want this.
I believe the same of you, for me.
[...]
If you believe this woman is mistreating Nicky and Liza, then the first thing to do is find evidence, as you suggest.
But I'll ask you something, which you don't have to answer today.
Think it through.
What would you like to do if they are happy and cared for? Would it be enough for you to know, and see them again a time or two?
And.
If they are unhappy, if they are mistreated. Do you care how Darius and I might handle this? Legal channels only?
Or, would you wish to remain in the dark, but not restrict us to certain methods?
You know what I've done these past two years. You know, also, my thoughts about children taken from good homes. From loving parents, and into hostile places. There is very little that troubles me about the ways of bringing them to safety and love, except that you have a [...] 'moral objection'.
[...]
[...]
I used believe most people are good and kind.
I used to loveI used to be better.I believed that everyone sees reason. Everyone knows right from wrong, and more, that everyone desires what's right when these things are clear.
I stopped believing in this for a very long time - for a while, I found my faith renewed when everyone here rose up together and fought. But [...] seeing people at the fucking beach here in Odesa as though nothing is happening in the north, this lethargy, this delusion that we aren't at war. Seeing children vanish from cities and the world does nothing. Seeing America's congress refuse to help us because of a disagreement about their own immigration. The Polish threatening to ally with Russia because of grain and commerce.
Seeing your country become a haven for the same hate we've all grown so sick of hearing.
The world is a sometimes terrible place. Many times.
I felt my belief dying again; that's so.
But then you, Nova. Then you. A reminder that rightness still exists. Good people, loving, fascinating people. Fathers who care for their children, they still exist. Men whose hearts beat like yours, strong and immediate and fierce.
[...]
Well. If I can put one thing right in this world, why not this, for you?
1/3
Ey, Talik, you’ve got to see restraint’s not always my strongest suit. 🥺
Aye, but as it’s you who’ve asked, and as these’re words gifted from you your own self
…I suppose.
Well I s u p p o s e. For you. For my Talik! Your Vevay will endeavor this prodigious task! All patience I’m calling to my side, eh, and what’s twelve hours, not even so many as that, paired against twelve days?
Aye, I’ll grit my teeth, and close these eyes against the call of ready made translation. That’s me running a fingertip across the message, and that’s me telling it wait in ready, that Vevay’s not going far and soon as I wake tomorrow, I’ll be learning what’s in store. That goodbye kiss of a message’ll be mine, and no mistaking.
See what you do to me? For you and none other, I’ve pulled all the stops out for restraint.
Can guess you’ll be hearing from me soon as morning’s struck and I’ve read it, though. Can’t keep me from that!
2/3
For this, it’s [ … ]
I’d say variable.
[ … ]
Dependent on how they’re treated.
Not sure that woman’s the monster as I’ve witnessed and felt it, or whether it’s [ … ] eh, experience of my own colouring the case. Might be there’s naught amiss about her, or little enough. Might be the man she’s married’s better than she was and that’s changed things.
[ … ]
Might be. And then might not, and cycles recurring as they do and some folks being averse to any kind of self improving [ … ]
Hard to say, Talik. It’s right hard to say without knowing more and [ … ] trouble’s been finding anything at all. I know my feeling and I know the speaking of my gut in this. But then likesaid, I’ve got and Roza’s got cause for seeing none too clear.
[ … ]
Thing is, they stymied her husband from looking as well. Aye, Robert, that’s him. She says he tried looking into it, got the same locked doors, accounts closed. Same goes for any friends close enough for asking to look.
Sense I get is they’ve an eye on both of us. It’s them or else it’s [ … ] the ones would’ve been my parents. Were parents to whatever they thought my younger self to be.
Either way, there’s another point’s not easy to reconcile with lives well lived. Which [ … ] also ain’t to say they’re not caring for the kids. Could be their shite’s directed our way only, wouldn’t be the first case of the sort.
[ … ]
Ought to’ve done more, looking into them. Looking out for the kids. Fuck me.
[ … ]
Point’d be [ … ] circumstances’d dictate what’s right with me. Don’t mean to be troublesome in this, nor vague though I ken I’m being just so. [ … ] Guess my meaning’s if there’re tried and true and legal ways doing it, might be that’s best for the kids, nothing to haunt em in later years. But then if they’ve done badly by Liza and Nicky, and if as well they’ve dug themselves in past point of the tried and true meaning a fuck [ … ]
In that case, aye, there’s no ceiling I’d set on what’s acceptable, nor commendable. Some cases, there’s naught for doing save what’s [ … ] that, best done in quieter corners.
[ … ]
Needs saying, I’m thinking, or needs reiterating I’ve no censure placed on one method or another, most cases.
My worry here’s for the kids, and for what questions they’d one day come to.
That aside and speaking in general, there’s plenty in existence would do best with a crushed skull or a shot of arsenic, no footing around that. And I’ve only laudation, aye approval toward those who deliver what’s needed.
[ … ]
It’s a fact I wish you were here just now. Wished it before, not feigning elsewise, but [ … ] fuck me if the void ain’t staring back.
Forgive your Vevay the morose outflow, hey? Also the prevaricating, eh, don’t care for it much my own self and I’d rather be set and certain. Only it’s rocky, all this. My belief now’s it’ll turn out well one way or any other. There’s plenty questions left afloat, that’s it.
3/4
First that I've no wish to come off graceless nor ungrateful. Saying what you've done and what you're looking toward means the world'd be an understatement, that's so.
What's true as well's that you've got the right of it, saying I'd want the same from yourself and for yourself. What's good and what's ill, what cheers my Talik and what gnaws him, all's welcome with his Vevay.
You've been clear with me in all your speaking, as in all you are. That's valuable beyond measure. It's something I want always aye, for you and I and us, whatever follows for the future in whatever time.
Be with me always, Talik,
for better anbest and worst, in upset and in peace utmost. It's what I want from you and for you, truth. 🧡🧡4/4
...Isn't NOT a particular kind of torment, leaving this message unread and for morning.
rip rip rip to Vevay
If I pass on before morning comes, you'll know it's curiosity killed the twink.
...Course I'm jesting. But eh, whomst among us Shitheads has no touch of the dramatic, hey? c;
next morning 1/3
fuckgin CHRIS THRALIVE
EY YOU WEN T TAND
!?!?!!!!!
[ ... ]
T A L I K
next morning 2/3
VITALY
TALIK TALIK T A L I K !!!!
next morning 3/3
Right
First fuckin
TALIK
Apt to spend the next hour lying here flat to floor, knocked me out's what you did straight the fuck away and here I've just woke up
j e s u s
Jesus fuckin wepT went all in for that one ey?? (Aye as if I believe that's all the game you've got christ almighty who's gonna kill who hey??)
Can't say ain't fair play to yourself nor that I didn't ask it down on me
Saying that like it ain't a blessing, what you said 🥴
Sayin that like I've not read the translation five times over and like all you said's not entered the halls of my desiring
Fuck me. Aye and here again I mean it all ways, fuck me.
All that. All that you said, aye and thank yoU, best not be idle words Talik >:o
Nah, not idle at all, that I'm sure of 🥴🥴🥴
Going to ruin me, you. S h i t E
1
This, after leaving his Talik languishing for an entire day, but who can call this a crime worthy of such a punishment?
c:
Good morning, коханий.
2
No, you should know how I would say it in either language.
Let me help. Here.
[ 'Here' being an accurate, poetic, and somewhat graphic translation of what he wrote the night before.
Sent very quickly.
Clearly, he had it waiting and ready to go. ]
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[...]
[...]
Oh, Vevay. I'm sorry; I should have kept awake last night. I never would have left you to that void. My Nova.
Are you well this morning? [...] Aside from my goodbye kiss, I mean.
Please, коханий. If I don't respond to your messages and you need me, or even if you don't need me, but feel this void again, call me. I don't turn my phone off this way at night; I always answer.
I might not be completely awake, but I'll answer.
It's your place, yes? You have a right to call me whenever you need me. Even if all is well now or if it will pass - or even if you didn't think of it last night, I'm saying it's so now. Until I can be beside you, call me when you feel this way.
You aren't alone, Vevay. Never again are you alone.
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