In the deepest and truest moments of love, therein lie the equally deep and inescapable caverns of heartbreak. Love's antithesis. For the truest of hearts, their light guides them to the banks of believing...the shore of sincerity and truth. For others, their shore is never reached and hearts succumb to the tidal waves of anguish with damage too abysmal for repair. With pleadings for relief and in the desperation to breathe freely amongst the living, one seeks solidarity in the arms of self -worth, the outstretched hands of hope...sometimes only to slip through the fingers of self -doubt and come to final rest on the sands of a love unrequited. It is in these lowest moments that the purest love pulses with forgiveness, thrives on dreams that once built stairways with dandelions and embraced delicate moonbeams... It is this pure heart that bleeds a crimson river of clarity for the dancing fingertips of the sun and carves a new path amongst the landscape of broken pieces. It swallows all of your indecisions, your fears, your inabilities, your secrets, your betrayals and instead offers a reflection of what could have been...and loves you even in your refusal to see.
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