There is always more love.
I am a never-ending well of hope and quick smiles. I am a cynical romantic, a pragmatic optimist, a dreaming skeptic. I can read a soul, know it’s dark places. I will seek to gift light or lightly touch. I will climb spires to speak of vistas, move slower for to share them.
I am head-strong, but with this the rallying, unshakeable army of loyalty is in your corner. I am hesitant to weep in front of you, but when I do it is an honest heart-pouring. I am confident to the outside world, though let you glimpse the maelstrom of self-doubt caught inside my ribs.
And there are so many somebodies who will be honoured to cherish me in return.
Or just hold me.
For there is always more love.



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