Love is like an abstract photography of light dust particles floating around you. It's shiny, it's beautiful, it's exotic and it swirls around you like indistinguishable fairies.
Yet, the more you observe the floating light particles, the more alive they seem, are they, perhaps winged fishes out of their element ?
And one of those flying fairy fish fly towards you, and it seems, it looks you straight into the eye and vanishes at the speed of light.
But you already had grown comfortable around these mystical creatures and your only friend of this exquisitely dreamy creation has disappeared and you feel abandonned and left alone again, in a strange glowing darkness. Is it your memory or is it your pain, this light in the depths of your heart ?
And suddenly it becomes clear. The flying fish fairy had just dove into your own heart and illuminates you from the inside and you feel that cozy warm comforting and caring sensation like a soft fire wrapping it's flame-y arms around your soul.
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