Does everyone have a “true love,” even if we all love other people at different times during our lives? My rational side says it’s a silly concept from ridiculous movies, but my heart absolutely believes it’s true. I couldn’t rationally justify it, of course, and I wouldn’t try. I just know that something in me believes. To my heart, it feels as though I’m one half of something which was broken apart before we were ever born — and something out there whispers from far away, “You still need me.” And tonight, more than ever, I feel the empty place next to me which only my true love can fill. It’s flattering to be wanted by others from time to time, but they can be only pale substitutes — at best — for one who ought to be there. My brain knows my heart is irrational about this, but truth isn’t always rational

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