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When I Fall In Love


This should probably go under "essays" but I like it too much to call it such an ugly name. It's really quite mushy and gross, in obvious contrast with Fourteenth Of My Broken Heart -- Cliched But True

When I fall in love, I will know in such a way that there will be not one ounce of doubt in my mind, nor will there be an ounce of doubt in his mind, nor the mind of anyone who dares bear witness. The Gods who damn each others' followers to hell will join hands and rejoice at the union of two people so perfectly matched to suffice each other's needs. The ones who were once jealous will shed their green envy and find peace encrypted in the knowledge that there is true love in all the chaotic dangers and uncertainty of the world.

In his eyes, I will see something nobody else can perceive and that something will be there until the day I take my final breath laying in his arms. In his touch, I will feel a sensation that spreads through my whole body and its lingering tingle will last for all eternity. In his smile I will find my joy. In his tear I will find my sorrow. In his wound I will find my pain. In his arms I will find my shelter. In his words I will find my inspiration. In his love I will find myself.

When I kiss him for the first time, the world will pause its hurry and rush to behold the most pure and true gesture. In the moment we part and the world resumes its tasks, I will be both breathless and full. A missing piece of me will be discovered in that one sweet moment and we will both be dazed with the knowledge that neither of us can ever be kissed that way again.

Some call me a dreamer and in reply, I deem them cowards. I say they are afraid to believe. Terrified to put their faith in something so beautiful. Their fear stemming from the many times of being disappointed from believing before. Yet, I cannot blame their skepticism. While I sit here dreaming, I am terrified that this will remain no more than what it is now -- a dream. But I will not cease.

When I fall in love . . . I will know.

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