My Reason To Keep My Heart Beating

My Reason To Keep My Heart Beating

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I'm here to guide, and I'm here to follow. I am made to be a shield of a being. Guardian is my other name. You can call me if you needed me, I will come right away. But everything changed when I discover something. I'm not destined to be a guardian. I'm not destined to protect a being. That's just a way to cross our path, to intersect our lives to each other. I've met him in a way that he knew I'm his protector, but I'm not. And I badly hope that whether I'm his guardian or not, I'm still his. Because I badly want to be his. I love him, and I'll do everything to protect him, in a way I could do not in a way what a guardian should do. -Yeri Celestina Gomez
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