I am stronger than I think, they say, I know I am too gentle to live in a pack of wolves but I feel brave, brave like the rhino hunters.That is why we search for a great love of the lives and to be loved.
We search another, or few, to share our laughter with.
We search for love that we do not need to compete to, and be loved for what little we have to give.
A love that won't imprison us in walls of a relationship but encourage us to keep discovering the secrets of the world and inner self in hopes of one day we'll understand.
To hear the silences of the vase before it hits the ground and of belts when they are not striking the naughty children.
To sleep together every night like hibernating reptiles.
A love that when we are alone, it is simple.
That we can tell the winter of our summer's adventures.
Laughs in the middle of the kisses.
That traditionally terrifying forever isn't terrifying.
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