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[citrinesupernova]

Do I need you? Christ, do I ever.

Point of fact’s I spent no less than an hour on that bed, thinking on my Talik, feeling it was you around me, your hand running fingers through my hair. Your press the pillow in my arms, against my cheek.

Won’t feign the pillow’s an apt stand-in, course not, but it’s enough for imagining on, enough for conjuring a close image of you, as if I’d nudge my head and find your shoulder there against me, settle this cheek against your own and nestle.

Safe, sound, and cozy. That’s how I feel thinking myself next to you. How I feel reading your words.

Aye, well, it’s how I feel apart from all the wildness and turning dizzy c; Even then there’s nothing far from safe. Even reeling, what I know’s my Talik’s there to catch me.

I’ve surety in you, and I’ve certainty in nothing greater than yourself. Got belief in you, that’s so, faith in you, and what I know’s you’ve got your Vevay’s care in mind and you love your Sergiy with all that radiance your heart holds. Know you’ve an eye for all that’s human in the world and all that calls for life. My Vitaly, yourself a man of life and sensitivities, your heart pitched to living’s every string, tuned to hearing good and ill alike.

It’s a lot you know moj ukochany, a lot you see and a lot you take on your own shoulders. Ey, won’t say there’s much those shoulders couldn’t take (christ alive, going to find that for myself 🥴), but just as well naught’s all on you to solve, and some thinking’s not worth its ache.

Don’t want my Talik gnawing himself up from the inside, that’s so.

Well and on that self same note, take care you don’t go feeling guilty over yr guilt, aye? (c;)

True and sure, it means a lot to me, your bringing worries and wariness to your Vevay. 🧡

Gives me cause for pride in you all over again, your speaking what ain’t easy and unspooling thoughts gone tangled in themselves.

Here’s this for you, a fact. It’s a fact I’ve no set of shoulders like your own, but my heart’s got endless stores for all your cares. My heart’s been waiting for you all these years and, christ, decades, and my heart’s never been so brilliant nor alive before we met. Makes me happy, knowing you trust me with what gnaws you. Brings me relief and sets me grateful, aye, to know I can shuffle off any measure of your troubles.

Another fact for you, New York waits ahead and in my mind with all the promise of a dawn not heard before. It’s a thought aye and an anticipation like slipping into a warm bath or, aye, a spring gone comforting at noon, invigoration and ease all at once.

You give such hope to living, Talik, is part what I mean, and no small feat that is. Prone as I am to malaise, nay, even malaise can’t stay long when I’ve got the fact and thought of you. And as well everything that looked to be, eh, insurmountable or else not worth the trouble of action, all of that’s drawn open now, flooded in light. All’s turned from stifling to suffuse with life, and that’s your doing, that’s your impact.

There’s nothing without worth, long as you’re in existence, and long as I’ve got you. Long as I can speak with you and dream on you, and think ahead to the New York that waits for us.

I feel so alive with you, is what I mean.

Wish I could be there, curl up to you and whisper in your ear

[ … ]

Ey, here

Give us a min, hey? Your Vevay isn’t through 🧡