Part Two — Ripples

It is the tiny spaces between the ripples the measurable distance between the moment of impact and the aftershock. It is there you will find a tiny gap between the walls of you and him. A chink in your armor, a crack in the glass that separates your truth from the not. Once you have walked the in between, even just for a fraction of an instant, you can physically never go back to The Before without turning the world into chaos.

In the ripples of impact are the moments that surpass the impossible. In the swells of his inflictions on you, your heart blossoms to life. Swept away by the current of his scent, a kind of love that bleeds through the dark fissures of the impenetrable is born. It is vivacious, thriving, and only a spark of your ever after.

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