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Sometimes I love you, sometimes… The frailty of my self-defense mechanisms becomes more evident when you are around. I prefer solitude when I’m like this. But isolation is not an option if I have you. How can I build walls that keep you out? If the auto-therapeutic time my soul craves is willingly put on hold to make you smile. You look so handsome when you smile. You are my priority after myself. Now, the moon wears his full ball gown of sun ray’s reflection and the clouds are aiding Morpheus in his quest. It feels like we are performing the turn. Are we really looking? Or we just want to be fooled? The world is our stage. But you and I don’t put on masks to play our roles. I know is cold, but I feel warm. The city is quiet, almost like if it was an orchestrated pause. My feelings for you are like a phoenix, they’ll never perish. My thoughts of you resemble this cigarette’s smoke, they give me pleasurable pain, like the wind’s sway. I wish I could stop time, now, here, with you. Stop everything when you smile, your eyes shine, and the corner of your lips still has my saliva. Between laughs and doubts I realized that maybe I do love you all the time. Even when sometimes I…