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Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "If a man hasn't discovered something he will die for, he isn't fit to live."


She is two inches less in height. Her hair is straight and black, and ends it's length just below her shoulders. It is naturally dark brown and wavy. Which is actually more to my predilection. Her eyes are predictably big and blue. But it is the dreams inside that draws me to them, not the colour.
Oh, yes....I would die for her. This second. The second after, and the second after that. I would die for her. To her, for her, to save her....i would give my life. And it will be no sacrifice.
How do i know?...It is the way she touches me. When she touches me, it is not a tingle or excitement that overcomes me. It is a feeling of comfort that flushes into me, as if it were traveling like a wind. The comfort that she is there. That she is safe. That she exists. The comfort that cannot be explained to those absent from it.
How am i sure?...I am afraid. I am filled with fear. The fear of loving someone so deeply, as i do her. The sheer terror in the possibility of her evanescing from my world. Which is a greater scare to me, than an abrupt vanishing.
We are soul-mates. Bound in love or not; we are soul-mates none the less. The way we banter, comfort, fight, make-up, feel and hurt. We are soul-mates indeed.
I carry her in my heart. Feeling safe with every small sign of her presence. Hoping she is safe and capable. Aching for her touch, as if someday it will be gone. Hoping i can give to her all the things she gives to me.
Oh, yes.....i would certainly die for her.