I want a love like a lighthouse.
Not a love like a burning fire that is bright at first, but ends up being so overpowering that it eventually burns away all of the oxygen in its fiery passion and is quickly extinguished.
I want a love like a lighthouse, not a love like a candle that stands, a beautiful but small, shakable testimony, easily silenced.
I want a love like a lighthouse, not a shooting star, careening across hearts, fascinating everyone with its flashy image, only to disappear seconds later into the dark night sky.
I want a love like a lighthouse. Sturdy. Strong. Never changing.
Lighthouses get to witness beautiful sunny days at the beach, but they also live through fierce storms, buffeted by the wind, standing ever constant. Lighthouses are not fickle.
They do not flee. Lighthouses stand proud, leading the way, even in the darkest…
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