I’ve never known love. I’ve felt love for parents, girls, siblings, even pets. But to know love is foreign. Who am I to know a feeling so fleeting. I am loved, this I know, but my love in return simply falls in droplets. I’m a stranger to the rivers that flow past me. I dream of a stream with a basin to fill. A pool where droplets collect.
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