I should have stopped long ago and questioned why love comes and leaves.
I should have asked why I invite it in, only to show it back out again.
But I have not stopped. I have kept loving.
He is ever confident that he will win out, but I have the key to what defeats him.
I have the courage to love. And to love freely.
To be daring is to be free.
And if I am nothing else, I am daring.
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