Here's a toast to all those who are begging to hear your voice. The bars are finally closed and there are interviews by the pool. As I am writing this letter to you, the words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup and I treasure passion for glory. I must now remind you that you have taken my life. You are my world; you can have whatever you like, the sky is the limit. Make this last when you're sober and even when you see a day so gray. No one said it was easy. I can still see it coming. I can see us sitting and talking by the campfire. My palms are sweaty and I am afraid of my next move. About your last relationship, you knew that it wouldn't last. So I ask the question, "why are we here?" I've got nothing to prove. I want to be your rock and not a roll. I am finally aware that I am alone but I would like to change that to be with you.
Love, Maxwell
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