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Falling in love my heart craves deepness unknown. I am not meant for this world and instinctively I know it. It’s not something learned but when I hear the truth of it I know already what I am made for. Constant anticipation keeps my heart and thoughts enraptured. I can suffer unbearable things knowing one day I will be with my “true love”.
In the crush of waiting I do not dim. A brightness comes upon me like no other light taking away all the shadows, giving me a mere glimpse of what is to be. What does it mean to be in a light greater than the sun? Will it burn me up into nothing? So be it, still I must go, I must know…