A Thought.

Something about you, makes me wonder why you picked me.

The wings I imagine you to have seem to wrap around me like they are meant to be there. I'm wishing men had wings. Like angels. Wings that only one pair of hands can touch.

But that is a fantasy. That only so many people will share.

Others will question.

And others will deny.

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