Impaired heart

You’re in love.

You’re blind.

You feel to move.

You feel to move.

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Love impaired your senses.

You lost your sight.

You lost your mind.

But you're still moving.

Because you feel.

You feel to survive.

You feel to move.

No light.

No logic.

Just instinct.

Just ache.

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You don’t see the way.

You feel the way.

You don’t know the road.

But you move anyway.

You feel to move.

You feel to move.

You feel to move.

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North is not north.

North is ache.

East is her smile.

West —

text left on read.

South?

South is dripping

in her flavor.

You're not following a compass.

You're chasing a pulse.

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Don’t pretend nothing happened.

Something did.

You lost your senses.

You can’t fake direction.

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You're in love.

You're blind.

You move by feel.

You move by feel.

Say it again.

Say it again.

You're in love.

You're blind.

You move by feel.

You move by feel.

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There is a path.

Feel it.

The blind don’t wait for light —

they feel the ground beneath them.

Step by step.

Step by step.

They move by contact.

So do you.

You’re not lost.

You’re not broken.

You’re just in love.

And love moves

by feel.

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Feel to move.

Feel to live.

Feel to love.

You are blind.

But you can walk.

Walk the path

of the blind —

by feeling.

Only

by feeling.