I love you, I want you, I need you. I am yours just as you are mine. There. I have declared my love for you. Soon, I hope, you will know this for yourself. And then we will never part. It will be time, in a moment, to turn around, put down the letter. I am with you, even now, in these old apartments with the Iranian carpets on the walls. You have walked past me too many times. No more. I am here with you. I am here now. When you put down this letter. When you turn and look across this old room, your eyes sweeping it with relief or with joy or even with terror . . . Then I will move. Move, just
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