Not a love story, but a story of love

I like this. I can’t exactly put my finger on it but I read it three times.

I like this. I don’t know and it is not so obvious of why there can’t be, more. I dig that the love is there, altho, passive & willed through energy through the skies. I’m on many different wave lengths of what’s beneath the surface. But i don’t feel like I desperately have to know. I can find some sense of comfort & peace in the not knowing. it feels safe, to “just be”, in the shadows. I’m sure I’ll read later and feel something else. I like that it’s a chance of that happening when I read later.

Huge fan of dark & cryptic. I’m won over by the shadows in the wood.

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