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I start writing poetry to her. The first poem which I wrote when I first met her had been reworked and seemed just right to send off. The Gamble and Release are only the beginning of many more poems to come, all of them inspired by her.
Emi is usually the next person to read it after me. There is nothing more gratifying than having someone ask for more of your poetry. I try to tell her through verse that I see in her more than just a friend. Deep inside I want her soul to be entwined with mine so that we can be lost apart from the world.
Every message I type becomes another ray of hope that the fantasy will come alive. My words to her flow unabated, unbridled. She doesn't tell me to stop. Ín fact she wants more. But then wasn't it natural to encourage words from an admirer who almost worshiped her?
