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If her soul is mine, then mine is hers and I want her to take, take, take it from me until they’re woven together so I can find her in every lifetime.
“You are so tragically beautiful; it hurts every atom of my being to look at you. To be near you and not touch you and yet I can’t stop craving you. A drug to an addict. I have tried to rid myself of these feelings and yet they stay. Persistent so that I can’t think. I can’t eat. I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep, unable to function because you haunt me… these eyes, your lips,”
I could write sonnets about this woman and still, they wouldn’t compare to the way she makes me feel so loved and accepted. One look into her eyes and I know I’m wanted. Needed. Not just desired but craved.
