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A Monologue of a Restless Lover

I don't know about many things. I don't know what I want my future to look like. I don't even know what shoes I want to wear tomorrow. Then there are things that nobody can ever know. Like how the sun looks like up close. Or how it feels like to sit in a corner of the Milky Way. I will probably never know how it's like to be a billionaire or a celebrity. I don't know when I'll die and I don't know if I'll go to heaven or hell. I'm not even sure if either exist. I don't know if I'm a good person. I don't know who I will see in the mirror tomorrow. I don't know if I will live to see another winter day. Will I be able to tell my grandchildren the tale? I don't know what the ocean's abyss looks like. I will never know how it's like to step foot on another planet. There is just so much that I don't know, and it taunts me.

All I know is that I've already felt the sun up close because I've felt its warmth in your breath. And the stars of the galaxy twinkled in your eyes, which are deeper than any Atlantic abyss. I know that with you I feel like a billionaire because I've won the lottery and I'm so lucky to have you. Even if I never see winter again, I know that everything is in its place, right here and right now. My destiny lies beyond my reach, hence there is no need to worry about it. 

There are so many things I don't know, and not knowing kills a knower like me. But I know that I love you, and of this, I am certain.


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