Magic in the Air

Magic in the Air

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"When he glances at me it's as if every ounce of eupnea is being taken from my lungs sailing away into the sky like a free bird. Everytime he holds my face in between his tender hands and looks deeply, earnestly into my eyes at me, it feels as though he is untying all of the knots in my heart, breaking down all my thick walls with his affectionate manner. Every time he presses his lips to mine it feels like the world stops, and it is only us, this heat spreads all over my body like wild fire igniting a passion I never knew I possesed. He could hold me for eternity in those muscular arms I've grown so acclimatized to. Is this what falling in love feels like? I never thought I would find it...or maybe I was protecting myself from it. Now....now I can't bare to lose it - lose this marvelous sensuality that makes me feel so complete..."
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"In it's purest form, even time envied love I suppose. Because it was eternal, it didn't have a beginning or an end or anything in between. It just was. It just was, in the same sense that the moon was always inescapably in love with the sun. They were always too far apart to meet, but as the moon set and the sun began to peak over the horizon, and they saw each other for the briefest of fleeting moments, that- that is what love is. And still, all the moon ever got to see was the morning glow from the edges of it's beloved sun, before it's eyes closed and it had to sleep all over again, until it could catch a glimpse of the setting rays that reflected against it's own solitary purity. That's what love was. Never knowing, not quite seeing, but always feeling. Love always felt, always conquered, always was. And this love always was. Always was written in the stars, always was planned by the universe, always was going to break my heart and fix it back up again. Because the stars forbade anything else."

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