He reached into my downward spiral of solitude, wrapped himself around me completely, assimilated with my very being, and became the wings I needed. He was right on time...and so was the One who sent him (as always, because I am one of His favorites, as you know). So, here he is...a daily (favorite) part of my life, the grown-up part I look forward to, as reliable as the sunrise...sex without touching...a slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-w mind loving. How he did it, I'll never understand. It's like he took two mirrors and held them up to my heart...you know what happens when you do that...the image repeats itself infinitely. He = me x's infinity. I can only hope to compliment his existance, for his equal I will never be...never his other half...but to be the cosigner to all that he is would be enough. If I don't spend the remainder of this lifetime with him, I will certainly seek him in the next. He is my destiny, and as of this moment, I step forward and claim him. I am no longer falling down. He compels me to FALL UP
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