Finally the first real words. The magic of real words and of real speech. The musical sound of these words brings hope and joy to my tired thoughts. The flow of speech, cuddled in between misunderstandings and fears, brings to light this simple truth that I'm overwhelmed by them, these words of ours. Yes, finally the first few words flow and our windows are less than mirrors and more of an opportunity to the world of life and love. Love for words, for the Art of words and love for those who are able to speak them face to face as only lovers or true brothers in arms can do. And now, were does it go from now? Will the pre-existing magic disappear? I hope not. Magic is magic, real magic flows like a thrilling river who knows no boundaries, either in written or in spoken form, it does not matter, the river must flow, enlightening both speaker and listener until dialogue becomes more than the participants alone could ever aspire to be.Soul mates, when found, should not lose sight of each other. Soul mates have a mission on Earth, a mission ordained by God Himself; after all, there are no coincidences. The mission of soul mates is to blossom together. It is their God given duty to nourish within themselves the eminence of the other. These are merely the first words i write to you. And long may they excel in their task and reverberate the purity of our belonging! The first words are but first words and first words are here to stay. They will multiply, they will grow and they will become unite. They will flourish in words of beauty.
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