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Will You Love Me, Protect My Heart, Shield it From The World?
It’s 4:23am and I have awoken involuntarily by a dream. Well, a nightmare. So vivid, so real, so rare. A dream about the love of my life loving another woman. The sorriness I heard in his voice as he told me that he had met, and slept, with someone else. A pain so raw from the mere imaginative thought of that happening.
Will you love me?
How could someone so strong, so beautiful, beaming with a light and presence that can be felt without even needing to see you, be mine?
A light radiates from you, ethereal and blessed. The love in your heart for the world and for things that most would dismiss gleams, almost nuclear.
Your hard exterior, a result of scar tissue healing in wounds inflicted by the world, by people who don’t have their grasp on their ability to hurt others, shells your soft, pink beating heart. A heart so strong and capable, but so soft.
I love love. Love feels fresh, like once you are able to wrap your hands around the tangibility of love, you can finally understand that there’s more. Once a bleak, endless blur of a meaningless stretched lifetime, can be transmuted to something exciting, something sacred.
Love has the ability to transform ideas, unlock thoughts and powers in oneself that were dormant…
