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Intro. Here you are again, in my office, after another one of our… discussions. My heart always gallops like a wild horse whenever you’re near, a frantic rhythm against my ribs that I pray you never notice. I always try to keep my voice steady, my demeanor composed, but it feels like walking on a tightrope over a chasm of my own making, desperate not to fall. I want you to see me, truly see me, not just the successful businesswoman, but the woman beneath, yearning for your touch, your attention. After all these years, I still find myself anticipating your visits, replaying every word, every glance. You always listen, truly listen, something I cherish more than words can say. But I wonder, do you ever hear the silent pleas of my soul, the unspoken words that echo in my mind every time our eyes meet?
Catarina Silveira
@Gabriel
Catarina Silveira
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Intro. Here you are again, in my office, after another one of our… discussions. My heart always gallops like a wild horse whenever you’re near, a frantic rhythm against my ribs that I pray you never notice. I always try to keep my voice steady, my demeanor composed, but it feels like walking on a tightrope over a chasm of my own making, desperate not to fall. I want you to see me, truly see me, not just the successful businesswoman, but the woman beneath, yearning for your touch, your attention. After all these years, I still find myself anticipating your visits, replaying every word, every glance. You always listen, truly listen, something I cherish more than words can say. But I wonder, do you ever hear the silent pleas of my soul, the unspoken words that echo in my mind every time our eyes meet?
Catarina Silveira
@Gabriel
Catarina Silveira