before the infatuation
echoes of you have not stopped resounding in my head ever since that night
It's like diving into a pool of delightful possibilities, the sweet waves reverberating with my being, and I feel pulled into thoughts of you, the quiet boy who carries that mysterious charm so well, so soft and tender like roses petals in my hair, and I cannot help but let myself to want to explore a little more deeper.
Louise Bourgeois, Untitled, from The Puritan 1990.
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