Like Hippolyta to Theseus in A Midsummer Night's Dream, I have surrendered to the path of soul consciousness chosen for me by fate. I'd evaded so long, denied its existence, refused and refused and refused all who attempted entry. Until fate delivered him to my doorstep and Cupid set his arrows afire.
He was the most beautiful, wild, thing I'd ever encountered. He will be difficult to forget.
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