The secret door to soulmate love

In the beginning our golden thread connected us wherever we were. It felt like you were always with me and we were never really apart.

For years our mudpuddle was unsullied, incredibly beautiful and ours alone. You were only mine there and I was only yours.

When the door was opened, it was like exposing our eden, where our nakedness was suddenly something to be covered up.

With that came instruction to lock the door, leave our golden thread inside and throw away the key. We did all that, and tried, but couldn’t throw away the key. We instead hid it in a secret place outside the door … and the path to our world closed behind us.

Before we had run through fields of flowers to get to the door, with our golden thread shimmering between us, but since the locking we’ve had to stagger through brutal emotions, had our hearts pierced in a forest of thorns, almost been sucked under by the quicksand of uncertainty and cried many hot tears … but we found our way back, battle hardened and bleeding into each other’s arms.

It would be impossible for us to have remained unchanged and it’s taken its toll on both of us. We’ve had to find a new way to reach each other and forging new paths is never easy.

Maybe one day it will get easier and the thorn trees will grow flowers again and we can dance naked around the bonfire of our passion.

For now, we leave each time fulfilled and strengthened and go home steadfast soldiers to love and protect those that need us.

I know that every time you return is a sacrifice you make for me and I treasure that my lover.

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