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He blindly followed his heart, throwing caution to the wind and ignoring every alarm in his head. He followed his heart to the ends of the world knowing that by doing so he leaves behind people who really matter to him; people he is responsible for and people who will get hurt.
But it didn’t matter anymore. He followed his heart blindly to find himself again after dying a horrible death. Staying alive but barely. Barely having enough will to breathe and barely having enough will to wake up in the morning. His death started when he chose wrong. When he chose the right path away from her.
She seemed to be the wrong choice. A woman like no other, a woman with strength and will and passion. A woman who loved one-too-many-times and got hurt one-too-many-times. A woman who knew what she wanted and who was not afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve. A woman whose love surprises like an open dam, where you live in free-fall not knowing if she will be there to catch you… but worth it when she does, and worth it when she doesn’t. A woman crazy enough to add spice in your life and warm enough to cuddle with in cold nights.
He followed her blindly. His obsession. The queen of his heart and the love of his life. He knew life doesn’t give second chances yet he was willing to take the risk. He left everything and moved on. Following her blindly to the ends of the world just to sleep at night with her arms around him. He knew that she was his soul. He knew that their ongoing arguments and off-and-on relationship never died because she was The One.
He was never truly alive away from her; she was forever in his heart. The heart he worked so hard into keeping iced finally figured out a way to melt it. His heart finally beat again after the cold nights of responsibilities, cold days of correct actions, and cold year of society rules.
He followed her blindly into existence.
And into salvation.