So many people long for love, chase it, craft elaborate fantasies around it, but how many find it..? >Is it not enough to want love? To ache for it with every fiber of our being..? Time drips like the rain outside, each moment echoing with longing. I close my eyes, crafting images behind my eyelids-my version of HIM. A silly notion really, for it must be colored by my own perceptions, my own shortfalls. Maybe it's true what they say-love is a reflection, a self-projection, and though I want to believe in the possibility, the endless potential, the doubt curls around my heart like vines choking a trellis, constricting, suffocating. Perhaps I don't truly believe I deserve love, or worse, perhaps I don't quite grasp what love is meant to be...Or maybe it isn't even a question to be answered but an experience to be lived, a fleeting moment held in the heartbeat of our very existence.
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