Gazing through the rain decorated window the biggest question came to mind: how could I choose to love him but knowing nothing but his shadow? Maybe it was how his voice resonated throughout every nerve in my body. Or how his names made me feel more beautiful than the most divine of the Gods. And at night, how those electric eyes the hue of a moonlit bog pierced through the darkness devouring me. It's while taking all these moments into account and the burning that enraptures me by just the mere thought of him I have decided that to love him was not a choice but a fate that captivated me with each passing moment. As for the consequences of such a catastrophic endeavor; we will just have to see.
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