And is it possible that the hearts have
diverging paths like the rivers opening in all directions?
with the memory of an elephant, as fickle as an indian giver.
Love is more than a feeling, it is a conscious effort. A fight for control. With both defeats and triumphs.
Mutual affection is not grounds for the cultivation of a relationship.
The heart is queen to be defended at all costs. Feelings deferred aren't quite the same as dreams.
If hearts are meant to be broken, I'll leave yours intact.
Just so Anubis won't give you a hard time in Maat.
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