I've known you since you were barely a man...
You would come, to see me sing. Your family became mine. We spoke little, but shared much, in a time long gone, laden with memories so precious, and deep.
Over the years, barely, subtly, few and far between, there were moments... Moments of dancing, and laughing, and always with music blowing in from the air of the sea...
What is this you're doing to me?
I spent the night heavy on your lips, as we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed...
Drunk on everything - life and love and grass and beer - my mind tumbled like waves pulling me in and down and all around... "What are we doing?" I asked... "This is crazy," I said...
Crazy, si. Loco, verdad?
And yet... you are in my mind all day. The thought returns again and again: this, our love, makes more sense than anything I've ever known.
We are already family. We have already shared our lives, our memories, and the years. Whatever distance and time has separated us seems irrelevant: I feel that I know your heart.
Did you love me from the start?
I have been working hard not to fall in love. I have been headstrong, and taken so much pride in my free and wild life. "I don't want to be in love," I have said too many times to count.
And now... ... ...
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