For love. It's here. I feel it in my bones. I'm ready for it. Once, I wasn't. Now, I am. And like a cruel thief, who takes without asking, love evades me. It ignites a spark, only to let it die without promise or the hope to be renewed again. How many times can one reignite it? How long before the cover of disappointment takes the oxygen out of it forever? Je ne sais pas. I'm pretty sure I never knew. Yet, I feel it in my bones. Love, it's coming. I think, I hope. xox
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