They say that safe havens are places where people can escape from danger or oppression, and find refuge and protection. It can be a physical place, a legal status, or a moral and ethical position that guarantees one's protection from harm or persecution.
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But mine is a person.
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She saved me a lot of times. She saved me from being bullied, she protected my heart like the world would end if it brakes. She protected my family.
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But there's this one time she didn't protected me, and that is the moment I fell for her.
I found myself wishing that the world around me wasn't merely a figment of my imagination, but had instead been a true and genuine experience. The intensity of my desire for what I was witnessing to be genuine was such that I could almost feel myself reaching out towards it, as though attempting to grasp at something that was just out of my grasp.
She was my Safe Haven, but she was also my Dangerous Destination.
