I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
In this time of uncertainties, the storm that is in my heart and my mind, Neruda's words came like a lighthouse. Guiding me to a land, away from the doubts.
But the land which awaits, will it be a lush and beautiful one or a dry and barren one? How would I know? There is never a certainty.
"How can you predict the future?" my friend said. We cannot, I am aware of that. All I know, all I am certain of, is that I have fallen into the dark sea.
Swallow me.
Don't toss me.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
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