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i was in love head over heels knees bent waist deep in love. palms sweaty mind racing emotion crazed blindsided nothing else matters glued to he. my heart was bleeding the emotion never receiving he couldnt see the connection. he was the description of my perfection perfectly flawed to be my king. i was dedicated to the discovery of me inside of him.i was overly submissive my usual submission upgraded to be. i didnt fight or challenge i wanted to be easy like the flow of water. i wrote poetry b/c he inspired me. i indulged in romance planned trips with gifts with wonders that made him smile. i discovered floetry to be all he had ever dreamed in the interchangable. what the heart didnt understand i fell in love at 15 he was my angel my gift we disconnected so i latched to the boomerang effect came in u know that if it was meant to be it will come back jive well it did again at 18 but i was feeling myself to hard i couldnt be what he needed than at 24 i crushed him i wanted that old thing back willing to fight because he was to be mine at 26 i tried to sink my teeth in him b/c i knew he was the one.that he came again b/c this was it i was ready. he made me nervous. caused me to blush . made my heart flutter. reequired me to be the woman i was destined to be but we have now transition to this.....nothing. i am consciously ridding him but my subconscious resurfaces him just when i think i have let go, he has moved on but i continue to live in the torture of love. i am openly addicted to romance to the commitment and the institutuon of oneness. this spiritual love balance madness.. my testimony to the mockery of misguided consciousness the story contines in the book coming soon!

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