1. Slip

The words slip, tumbling across the chasm that is my mind. How do I show, tell, explain who you are to me? Should I shout or yawp from the highest mountain? No, I think not. A whisper, like a tiptoeing mouse, a gentle breeze of wordless speech. That's how I want to tell our story. I say 'our' because because this is not about individuals coming together, this is about souls finally understanding what that L word means. That cliché that states 'when you stop searching for love, that is when you find it', I hate that it is true. Well, hate is a strong word, perhaps dislike is more appropriate. However, if I take that one step to the side, if I cross that line then I really love that it is true. Because there is a thin line between love and hate.

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