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"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined." - William Blake
They say love is blind.
I disagree.
At least, I did-until I met him.
I love him.
I longed for him all my life, and when I finally met him, I realized he was the one I had been waiting for all along. It's as if, suddenly, I could accept every imperfection, every flaw, and every fault-as long as it was him.
With him, I could do anything. I could be anyone. I could face anything.
I could wait forever just to be with him.
Even if he already belongs to someone else.
I am hopelessly devoted to him.