And do you disappear with me. Do you make the arrangements and pull me from my current life. Are there books and pots and pans there. Will I have the loom I always wanted and a bed that is impossible to get out of on those cold Idaho mornings. And will you disappear from your life that leaves you half empty and fully exhausted. Do you leave it all and build this dream in secret. Perfecting your true loves every whims before she can even come up with them. And when finished do you speed to her door and beg her departure to join you in a northern place and promise she will never want to return to where she is leaving. And when all of the wide eyes and tears of joy subside to a long nights and many days of passionate appreciation. Will you then disappear from her when she restfully sleeps thinking "now I have everything"?
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