When I was young, I truly knew what it was to love. To swim
dreamily in and out of childish fantasies, bathed in the golden
rays of an eternal sun. I loved it all. The searing heat of summers
that begged to never end and the cold frost of winter that clawed
through to my soul. I loved it all. I loved each person I met in differing
degrees, some I loved for a day, some for an eternity.
I loved to talk. To strangers, to people I had known my entire life,
to people I would never see again. I would never know their name.
I loved to sing as I walked, skipped, ran and jumped. To sing so
loud people would stop and stare. I didn’t care.
I loved to stay awake all night, to watch as the moon ruled the
skies, her light showing us the dying…
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