Do you love another?

Have you felt the the burning of your eyes as a tear falls from hers? The lip that quivers. The fingers that jump. The gaze cast down.

Did your barefoot walk in the grass, her childlike excitement, bring you to a place that seemed eternally dormant? Her words could have been yours if you had allowed them. You wanted to meet her, but such a large chasm.

Does the accidental touch from her hand on your arm raise thoughts, questions, desires from a hallow long hidden? Was it a message? A mistake? A request?

Your desire to forget yourself is true desire. Your yearning to die that she can be revealed is true denial.

Listen to your heartbeat. Settle your feet. Calm your soul. Do not be afraid.

Just: Do not run. Do not run. Do not run.

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