Journal 11

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A moment of simply pure blissfulness. A dream that came so close in reach. Warmth and safety surrounded the aura between us. Her protector, her hero finally near. The swift touch of skin continues to entice my body. Simply beautiful, simply safe. Not once but twice. Can a third be? It is said that second times are only coincidences and third is fate. Shall fate give us a chance, I promise I will take it. Around you, I felt complete. Surrounded by my past and potential future, yet you were the only one who I sought. Near you, I felt safe, strong, and brave. To feel so strongly is never just a coincidence; to me that is faith itself. You were the glimpse of the answer to my prayers, maybe just a test. I aced this test. To feel, to believe, and to desire as greatly as I have, I shall not be fooled. My prayer, my fate, and my forever and always. Can you be? No more foolish dreamers, only endless dreamers. Dreams come true. Prayers come true. You are both in my dreams and my prayers. Faith shall unfold.

- market lane

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