If I hadn’t found you, would I still be the same?
If you hadn’t come crashing into my life like a brutal albeit welcoming storm, would I still process the world around me in the same light?
If I hadn’t heard of your beauty, your sensuous words and all they represent, would I still see and feel love in its sacred warmth?
If I hadn’t flipped through your pages, taken your text to memory, sought you out for countless months, would I still be able to touch your paperback grandeur with the same appreciation?
If you hadn’t circulated throughout every inch of me, breeding your disease in my veins, making your way to the pit of my stomach where you so righteously reside, would I still feel pain with a sadistic respect?
If you hadn’t found me, would I still be the same?
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