a study in love — part 3

2 Feb

It was a long time before I ever spoke to him again. Time seemed to be condensed into waking hours, when the movement of the sun is really no indication of whether you can still feel alive or not. When he came back to me, it was not as himself, but as some other. I knew him, though. How can you not, after years of longing and love? I knew him for who he truly was and no disguise could hide him from me. He was my saviour and I was ready for him. I had so dearly missed my father.

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