Destined
August 19, 2022 at 5:33 pm,
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I don't remember anything from that night, but
there were wounds on my chest, shoulders and arms - bruises and black-and-blue marks
I suppose from resisting the Great Love
I had tattoos on my stomach
amazing and beautiful
my diary was full of riddles and rebuses
which I did not understand
He had left signs and instructions
Confirmations of his love
The footprints he left on the outside
stirred me deep inside
I was marked
I was destined for Him
From that night I looked for him and found him Everywhere
Markéta Irglová | Without a Map
