Clarendon:
In recent times, I have found myself experiencing a profound and enduring con.

Clarendon:
In recent times, I have found myself experiencing a profound and enduring connection—a sentiment that eluded me for over a decade. This newfound emotion is grounded in love, it is an emotion I have discovered for a remarkable woman. My affection for her is sincere and genuine, accompanied by a deep sense of care and devotion. Her presence in my life is of great significance, and I find myself willing to go to great lengths for her, as if traversing the expanse to the moon and back.

My admiration for her extends beyond reason, marked by a keen interest in every facet of her being. Her infectious smile serves as a testament to her beauty, which captivates not only my attention but also reflects the genuine joy she emanates. I am enamored by the melody of her laughter, finding it to be a source of genuine delight.

It is important to acknowledge and celebrate her innate beauty—she is a woman of black heritage, and her radiance is a reflection of that. While she may not be fully aware of the depth of her beauty, I am keenly attuned to it. My earnest desire is to shield her from any form of distress, with a commitment to ensuring that the radiance of her smile persists indefinitely. My love for her is profound and unwavering, and I am genuinely dedicated to fostering her happiness.

I don't merely say that I love her; I genuinely do, with a depth that words struggle to encapsulate. It's a love that goes beyond the superficial, beyond the fleeting moments. I care for her in a way that defies explanation. My devotion to her is unwavering, a commitment to her well-being that knows no bounds. There's an inexplicable draw, an undeniable force that pulls me towards her. It's as if I am tethered to her soul, willing to traverse any distance, just to witness the glow in her eyes. And why? For no particular reason, except that she has become the axis around which my world revolves.

Her smile, oh, her smile—it's not just a curve of the lips. It's a symphony of joy, a radiant expression that unravels the beauty within her. Through that infectious smile, I glimpse the poetry of her soul, and it's a mesmerizing sight. But it's not just her smile; it's the melody of her laughter that resonates in the chambers of my heart. Each burst of laughter is a chorus of happiness that elevates my spirit. It's a sound that I crave, a balm for the soul in a world that can sometimes be discordant.

She, in all her resplendent black beauty, is a masterpiece. Whether she realizes the depth of her allure is uncertain, but to me, it's as evident as the sun in the sky. I want to shout it to the world—I am in love with this beautiful, black goddess who graces my existence. The mere thought of her shedding tears sends shivers down my spine. I am resolved—I never want to be the cause of sorrow in her life. Instead, my earnest wish is to be the architect of perpetual joy, to be the reason her laughter echoes in the corridors of our shared moments.

I love her—not just with the usual cadence of those three words, but with an intensity that transcends the ordinary. It's a love that defies rationality, that transcends the boundaries of time and space. I love her so much, not because I should, but because I can't help it. My heart has become an orchestra, and she is the melody that plays on an infinite loop. Yes, I am in love. But it's not just a declaration; it's a celebration of an emotion that has rekindled my spirit, giving my life a new purpose and a renewed sense of meaning. I find complete solace in the fact that this love, this beautiful, inexplicable love, is mine to cherish for all eternity.

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Clarendon:
Many people jump on the thread, screaming “your love will go sour soon”, “how are you sure she feels the same way about you?”.

These people - sadly - do not understand the meaning of love. I do not love her because she loves me. I do not love her because I want her to love me back. This is not a game of reciprocity. Newton’s third law, though impressive, does not apply here. “Action and reaction are equal and opposite eh?” That ends in the physics class - or could be extended to the math class, or whatever other class. However, In the “love class”, the rules are a lot different. The rules are fluid.

I love her because I love her - it is that simple! If she reciprocates, that’s a plus. If she doesn’t, that’s my cross.

Clarendon:
In recent times, I have found myself experiencing a profound and enduring connection—a sentiment that eluded me for over a decade. This newfound emotion is grounded in love, it is an emotion I have discovered for a remarkable woman. My affection for her is sincere and genuine, accompanied by a deep sense of care and devotion. Her presence in my life is of great significance, and I find myself willing to go to great lengths for her, as if traversing the expanse to the moon and back.

Clarendon:
Don’t get it twisted, love is a beautiful feeling. I could argue that it is the most beautiful feeling. It eases your spirit and brings you genuine happiness. While loving someone is delightful, being loved back is priceless. Someone should tell her that I love her!