How does it begin?
It knocks the wind out of you.
For the moment, you're floating through the air.
As long as it can last.
That feeling, feels so good.
It's love.
Easily you become addicted.
Craving it.
Tasting it on your lips.
Feeling it radiating through your fingertips.
It's true love.
Forever.
He is your mirror image.
Whatever is in your hearts.
You two's are the same.
The mirror breaks.
The image fades.
Nothing is ever as it seems.
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