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I think of the love I felt for him. Fiery, passionate love.

Love that lights up the soul, brightens the eyes, makes the heart sing, colors all seasons.

All-consuming, all-forgiving.

And then I remember,

people are like seasons in our lives.

They must pass.

And that...I deserve that love too.

Everyone does.

Someday.

Somewhere.

Someone.

Somehow.

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