The
minute I heard my first love story
I started
looking for you, not knowing
how blind
that was.
Lovers don’t
finally meet somewhere.
They’re
in each other all along.
When I am
with you, we stay up all night.
When
you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise
God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.
Rumi
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