The Earth is a grand storyteller.
Her favorite story to tell is not that of a hero saving a maiden or of brutal battles, but that of lost love held so deep in the pit of a heart. She whispered to me tales of your arrival. calling your name with every gust of wind, leaving clues of you scraped into the dirt. She gave warning of a scorching end, one none could have predicted. Not even you or I. She led me to you, Wrote your name in the stars and decorated your body in brown freckled constellations. Every path she had carved was a way to you. A picture painted so elegantly. Just as Mother Earth has given her tide to the moon, she has given me you. A survivor and a lover, someone to learn from and to teach. Our paths before crossing were winding and treacherous. Our paths after will be just as challenging. But please don’t think for a second that I regret walking with you. We became yet another beautifully difficult tale that lovers will remember. One of love and pain, two lovers that let the past stand between them, but She’ll never forget. We became one of the favorites.
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