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If my pride did not exist, I'd be at your door. At your beck and call, surrounding you, exploring you and the galaxy of what we could be. 

If my pride did not exist, I'd probably own up to the fact that love scares me. Love and longing, however, are both things that I do best. When I realize these things, I summon every fiber in my body, gather my fantasies and assumptions, and dive into the pool of distance. 

Do you know how to swim? 

Elevated Musings [ 3.10.17]