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In the brief chapters of our acquaintance, you’ve bestowed upon me a title I’ve longed for, yet I stand in wonder if I’m worthy of such a crown. Our connection has been a rollercoaster, a fast-forward through seasons of emotions, simulating years within days. In your presence, I glimpse a reflection of a person who loves with abandon, and it’s in your embrace that I feel empowered, not diminished. The universe within me has shifted, leaving me to ponder if I’m deserving of a title meant for another kind of woman.
My affection for you has evolved, taking shapes I
never anticipated. I’ve loved an image, a figment, a man conjured in the
recesses of my mind—yet you stand before me, similar but starkly real. Your
intellect is a tapestry rich with knowledge and curiosity, and your kindness,
humor, and love are genuine. When you speak, you captivate me, leaving an
indelible impression.
But the truth remains—we are still strangers in
many ways. Perhaps it’s time to pause this whirlwind of passion, anger, and
judgment. Let’s start anew, with no final destination, for love is a journey
with no true end, only paths that we choose to walk together or apart.
By: YV
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