Phantasms
October 25, 2019
Everything on one side of the mirror is real. Everything on the other side a mere reflection of the real thing.
We saw love and everlasting joy in each others’ eyes.
From where I stood looking into the glass, doubts were falsehoods that would be dispelled, revealing true love as reality underneath.
When I asked you what you saw, you realized that we were standing on opposite sides of the glass. Doubts were reality, and love was the veil.
Am I looking at you, or a reflection? Are you looking at me?
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