Our love was defined by passion filled moments. It was earthly, shallow, and de-humanizing. It was filled with temporary bliss, pleasures so passing that we do it over and over again. It arouses our inner instincts, but leaves our souls empty.
I've been ashamed. I've tried to stay away from you. I realize that I can't hide forever. I've tried hard to make peace with myself, and to a point I have. But you will always be the personification of rapture.
Let's not think. Let's just do what feels right, what feels good.
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