It is not you

It is not you at all I love, but rather the existence you have bestowed on me.
I was reading my destiny inside your eyes without knowing it.
And I close my eyes to gaze into those depths, and am almost engulfed in you.
I don’t need any proofs for you; there is nothing in my mind as clear and certain as you.

-Franz Kafka

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