In every relationship (especially romantic) I dreamt of being fought for; Loved passionately and wildly where nothing was allowed to hurt me and I was chosen over all others.
Years passed, and it a lot of opportunities came and went. Opportunities to be protected, fought for, chosen.
Life is funny that way. Timing, sometimes the fight comes too late, or just to quietly.
Souls like mine are tender; needing protection and to be cherished. Instead, they're often collected.... Unseen for what they are: rare.
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