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So much of my life I was searching... Missing something. I was a wanderer... Lost in the desert without you... Seeking nourishment but getting a mouthful of sand. Catching glimpses of you... Thinking you were a lovely mirage in the heat of madness. Something I would never be able to hold on to. A fantasy... Some trick of the light.
But you are real. More real than my life before... My past a nightmare... My future a never ending dream because of you.

When I found you... truly found you... I knew you would make my life complete. You complete me... Make me whole. You are the missing piece of the puzzle that made the full portrait of me. Finally there is meaning to it all. The meaning of life is no longer a mystery. The meaning of life is you.

You are the reward ... The gift after the sacrifice. Freedom from the slavery of my past.

In you I find the freedom to be who I really am. Safe to be myself. Safe to love and grow in spirit, sheltered in your loving embrace.
Source: "The Meaning of Life" by D. M. Larson
 


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