Wave the white flag


Beautiful prose…

Vacancies

That special kind of love… you know, the kind that makes you second guess everything you ever thought you knew about yourself. The kind that swallows you whole. Consumes you fiercely and violently. Instils in you a fear, unlike any you’ve faced before. A sudden threat that stems from the knowledge of your pending forfeit. For who could fight this kind of love? A battle you didn’t even know you were fighting. One that is revealed only after you have already been devoured by it. At first, it is a struggle, foolishly clinging to denial. Perfectly conscious of the fate that awaits. Unwilling and stubborn you grow angry as you realize you’re losing control. Such is the paradox of love, this beautiful and relentless emotion. While a piece of you desperately craves the satiety resulting only from this kind of love. Another piece of you instinctively fights to stay strong…

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