November 2, 2014

she

Who are you. And what do you do? He asked.

I am she. Who loves. She replied. And nothing else.

How can that be? Asked he. Nothing else.

Have you ever loved? An all-consuming bite-your-lip leave-you-breathless love? Said she. Leave the world behind. You would want for nothing more.

I don’t believe you. He replied. A love exists not. Like that.

Then you have not loved. My dear. Sighed she. How very sad. For you.

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