Even perfect woman (if there’s one of a kind) is human still.
Her capability of healing is not unlimited.
Quoted
“How can I live when we’re parted?”
“All we need is space; it is spaciousness all we hold.”
“Forgive my earthly possession.”
“Fail to understand how perfect love can be confounded out of hand.”
“One more longing backward glance.”
“I just want our time to be slower and gentler.”
She knew he needs her. He needs her to know him.
He needs her anyway. Screw it.
Different perspectives. Similar aims.
And after the acute aches of faint sacrificies, in five timeless years, yeah, yeah, what’s on earth they will put any concern in that.
In the end, neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, not powers will separate them. Virtus, concordia, fides.
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