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"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway."
- Edgar Allan Poe
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When I look at you
I think
here comes the sun
because even though
you do not know it
you bring light to everything
you touch
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"Do you love me?" He asked, dark, hesitant eyes gazing into mine, breath against my skin, making my heart seize uncontrollably.
"I could say yes but that would never be enough. Let me elaborate." I breathed as he blinked, caught off guard.
"You are like the sunlight after a storm. Quiet, inevitable, bathing everything you touch with golden warmth.
Like waves that return for eternity, softening the jagged edges of my soul until all that remains is something gentle and unlike what I reveal to the world.
Like the first sparrow that is bold enough to sing when winter has reluctantly ceded its grip.
Loving you is like moving one of my limbs. Familiar. Fluid. As if my soul has known yours for longer than this lifetime."
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Soulstice
(Noun)
the moment you realize you've become a different person, marking a shift in your inner landscape
"At the edge of her soulstice, she understood that there was no returning to who she once was."
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Two quills.
Two writers.
No names.
Rivals by day.
Strangers - then something more - in ink.
And each other's lifeline.