Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, that kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snow melt. The kind that jolts your hears, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccupping of hummingbird wings. The kind that makes every terrible minute apart feel like hours. Days. Some people flit from one possibility to the next, never experiencing the incredible connection of two people rocked by destiny. Never knowing what it means to love someone else more than themselves. More than life itself, or the promise of something better, beyond this world. More even, forgive me, than God.
Lucky me, I found the right kind of love.
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