Kiss Me Until It Hurts

I saw this written-word art piece in a book, "Kiss Me Until It Hurts, part 2," 2008, by Birgit Brenner. It was in the book totally out of context, and thus I post it here totally out of context.
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Dear --

It is grey and wet and windy, and I can’t get you off of my mind. I woke up thinking of you. I got dressed, brushed my teeth and ate breakfast thinking of you. I rushed into day thinking of you, I walked down the street thinking of you, I sat in the park thinking of you, I walked down the street thinking of you, I sat in the park thinking of you and I missed my bus thinking of you. With every gust of wind I think of you. I wait with anticipation for each breeze to come blow you out of me, and then I foolishly catch myself ducking to avoid it. You see, you are my most coveted ache. I am stormy and I crave sleep. Maybe it’s just all this yellow and gold. My love is delicate and ferocious and all yours. Do with it as you might. Goodbye. Goodnight.

Ps. Forgive me, I am not myself.