This evening, I lay on the couch, listening to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata on my headphones, when God came down and touched me…
And it felt so… incredibly good…
so good
but as i turn to you, my beloved friend, and hold you by the shoulder,
i cannot tell you.
i cannot tell you that God touched me, and not you…
it shatters my heart,
but how can i tell you that the life you dream of
isn’t for you?
our lives,
like every note in the Moonlight Sonata,
will fall in solitude.
and i can cry a million times over each and every one’s
beauty and splendor,
but the power to change any of their meanings
was not bestowed upon me…
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