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The last time I fell in love with someone, there was a moment when he saw my fire- my wildness, my fierceness, my freedom, my courage, my pride.

He saw my light.

This man did not choose to be with me, though I begged and pleaded, and he saw my destiny before I did. He abandoned me, though I thought he was my soulmate, but yes, maybe he was.

He is not some saint who set me free unselfishly even though he wanted to hold me till I died. No, he wanted his own life, and he wanted me to live mine.

No wonder why I loved him so long.