Sunday, May 10, 2015

Alliances

When you stand before me, stripped bare, nakedly honest, my allegiances perish, because wars are fought for moments like these; moments of blissful perfection, moments where all the reality that surrounds us tumbles into oblivion and the clutter fades into the background, when all that is left is the truth, the absolute, inalienable fact that I was meant to love you and you were meant to be loved by me. Perfectly. Absolutely. Honestly.

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