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In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself seeking a beacon—a sign to
illuminate the path of love. He is the one who occupies my thoughts, the
subject of my whispered conversations with the divine. I yearn for a celestial
nod, an assurance that his heart beats for me as mine does for him. I stand at
the crossroads of emotion, seeking clarity amidst the tumult of my feelings. Is
it fear that holds me back, or is it the silence from above that leaves me
adrift?
The dreams that once cradled our conversations now seem distant, and my
impatience grows. I question his passion, his intent to demonstrate the love he
professes. My patience may falter, but my hope endures. Yet, the specter of
past pains looms, threatening to engulf me in its shadow. I am already
tumbling, willingly, into the depths of love—can I brace for impact without a
sign?
As I journey forward, the absence of celestial music weighs heavy. No chorus
urges me onward or bids me halt. Am I stepping into an embrace or chasing a
mirage? The heavens remain silent to my entreaties, my prayers, my cries. I
seek but one sign, a whisper to break the silence, a guidepost on this road to
love.
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