pathway to your heart.

It seems I have been down this darkened path with you before.

The thick, heavy smells are the same and the cold, humid air is chillingly familiar. I hated it then. I hate it more now. But somehow, I am sure that if I change my perspective and look up, I see blue skies and light. I hear new songs of new birds calling me and leading me home again, where the skies are sunny and bright and the warmth of my new, sunny love is waiting patiently.

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