wonder

I sometimes sit in the place of wonder…and I wonder and think. I think of yesterdays and tomorrows. Of how it used to be and how it could become. I wonder where and why and if.

And when I wonder and think and dream and hope, there is something I know for certain.

I love.

Truly. Madly and deeply with a love so big it could have brightened up the night sky to guide the world to something they would have to see to believe.

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