Paul Allen Clark 3
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never find the right kind of love.
the kind that steals
your breath away, like diving into snowmelt.
The kind that jolts your heart,
sets it beating apace,
an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings.
The kind that makes every terrible
minute apart feel like hours. Days.
Some people flit from one possibility to the next,
never experiencing the incredible
connection of two people, rocked by destiny.
Never knowing what it means to love
someone else more than themselves.
More than life itself.