An insinuation that passion has found its favor with you would be an emotional dispersion with what or the one you lose sleep over.
The truth of your desire.
A sensation presumed to be of unreal actuality. Is what was felt before a fabrication of an unreal emotion? Or a prearranged process of events, leaving you in the arms of passion with out a fighting chance of returning to an old reality? It is better not to return but just to embrace and remember it.
A desperate longing for the old way is only a fear of what’s to come. To fear what is to come is a blatant limitation to the passion that brought you to where you stand now.
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