Essays:

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When does the sun rise in a lonely land? I do not know. I do know that my sun has risen, and just in time to soothe my broken heart. That sun found me, after searching and desperately trying to find a sun of her own like hopeless romantics do. What she found was a moon, cold but balanced. Even though I thought I could not offer her any comfort, she sees in me the same glow of happiness that I see in her. Together now we dance around this world, growing its crops and turning its tides. There is never a moment of doubt in either set of eyes, just hope, strength, and love. The only perfection acquired in life is that feeling of love between two hopeless romantics. The feeling that if you were to sit with her and just wait to die, you wouldn't care as long as you were together. These hopeless romantics that have found the other half of their soul are not hopeless any more. They are hopeful. Fore this world has many faults but not one that can stand up to the testament of two fulfilled hearts.