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I made a choice that day and decided to follow my heart.
In that moment I was torn between relief and anguish. To see him again, but to see him in pain.
When he took my hand, brushed his lips across my skin, I felt whole once more.
She put her arms around me and reminded me of all we had to live for.
Our lives had been shattered when we parted, but through faith, we found one another again.
The remnants of a bloody war surrounded us and nothing else mattered but our love.
And when I least expected, she returned to me once more, and love was restored.
We always fought our way back to one another, whether it be across oceans, or through time.
Somehow, I knew I would always find my way back to him.
When he came back to me and held me in his arms, I wasn’t afraid anymore.
I thanked the lord for the sight of her, safe and sound.
Each time he came home to me, he returned with the other half of my heart.
