I feel as though the very essence of my existence is driven by romance. I long to be loved, to be touched, to be held as though I were something precious, and solitude is a torment I can scarcely bear. I yearn to be fed grapes from the gardens of luxury, to have crimson wine poured upon my lips and down to my chest, to drown in the opulence of a love so grand it feels unreal. Tell me, is it truly too much to ask to be adored like this?Â
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