Angelica, I see you there standing in the field of flowers. Your hair shines with golden light and I feel my heart thrum to your body’s rhythm. I try to call out to you, but my voice gets caught in my throat. I stand here upon the crest of this hill, staring at you as you kneel and touch the petal of a red flower that has wilted and died. How compassionate, how caring. Your heart is so pure I feel my own begin to beat, faster, faster, faster! When will you notice my presence, Angelica? When will you raise your gaze from those withered weeds? Can’t you see my love blooming far stronger than any flower in sight? I am right here, standing above you! Why, why… no, my thoughts are too sudden, too stark. My feelings are too strong. I must lower the intensity, feel the wind as it flows… and yet, you, you! My love, my ever growing beautiful thing! You’re like a shining gem, a glowing emerald. I wish to take you within my grasp, and hold you, tight, very tight, and never let go. And then I will feel you, I will touch you and know what you have there hidden from sight. I will lick your soft skin, and pluck the hairs from your brows. I will dampen your flesh, and hold your skull between my fingers, and we will be one, whole and together. Hmm? Why are you walking away? I am here, Angelica, I am here! Do you not hear me, does my voice not reach you over the howling of the wind? Angelica, Angelica, here I am! Your savior, your man! I stand here upon the crest of this hill, waiting for your loving embrace. Angelica, oh Angelica, it is even within your name, you are an angel! You are pure, you are true! Run into my arms, and you will see true love. I love you Angelica, I love you more than anything! That is why I want to feel the wrinkles of your flesh and the softness of your bones. Do not leave Angelica, do not go! Angelica, Angelica, no!

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