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Today I woke up not with the fleeting emotional exhaustion I normally feel from my anxiety dreams, but with a peculiar yearning—a tired, dazed grasp into this void in my heart.

I feel defenseless against you. I strive to maintain composure, to not make a fool of myself, to not reveal this burgeoning, boundless love of this heart. I might outwardly act as if I am at peace with whichever outcome, as I do for the vast majority of things in my life, but I know—in the throbbing of this tender heart, this yearning of my soul reverberating through my bones, the undeniable and inexorable sensation of anticipation from my viscera that I could have finally found love—there’s nothing I want more than you.