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Love," He Said, "has The Longest Arms.

I Believe That What We Get Out Of Life Is What We've Set Ourselves Up To Get, So There's No Such Thing As An Inconsequential Decision. Our Destinies Are The Culmination Of All The Choices We've Made Along The Way, Which Is Why It's Imperative To Listen Hard To Your Inner Voice When It Speaks Up. Don't Let Anyone Else's Noise Drown It Out.

So Everything We Believe About Happiness Is Wrong," I Said. He Nodded. Everything?" I Asked, When What I Meant Was, Everything? Including You? Including Me? And Marcus, Being Marcus, Knew What I Really Wanted To Know, And Answered My Silent, More Significant Question. He Held Up His Hand To Shield The Rays And Looked Me In The Eyes. Almost.

I Love You, Too." But This Hopeful Farewell Does Little To Bring Peace Of Mind, Even Now. Loving You Has Never Been The Problem. What's Troubling Me Is How Loving You May Never Be Enough.

I Love You. And I Want You, Too. But. However. Unfortunately...