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"...You're going to hate how much you love it." He told me. He whispered. And he made me foolishly forget my own name every time he touched me. But he was right. I hated how much I loved it. *** Dark, bruised, broken. Our words. Dark bruised and broken. Our souls. But she was still incandescent. Just like the first time I saw her, those vast and fervent eyes took me by surprise. Because in them... In them I realized a reflection of my own soul. She became my weakness; she became the chink in my armor. My undoing. She asked me, "Why do you put up with me?" I answered nothing. Perhaps I should've said the truth. Perhaps I should've told her that she was the light in my life. She was the fire... And I had been cold my whole life. ***
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