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My Love....
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Complete, First published Jul 26, 2014
Mature
Do you know what love is? No, I don’t mean puppy love or childish hormonal attraction. I mean love that almost causes your heart to burst or your lungs to catch fire due to your breath catching. I mean that feeling where the world has stopped turning, where time has paused or shut down. I’m talking about a love that could be your very end and you would die with a goofy grin gracing your lips. 

For the past six months, I’ve been experiencing this kind of love. The kind that tells me I would break all the rules, break all the laws. The kind of love that tells me I’d die with a smile on my face as long as I obtained that which held my very existence within a small pale delicate palm. 

Yes, I am a man damned, I am a man obsessed. Obsessed with my sweet angel.
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