And now his heart was healed and slain/ with a new life and with new pain...

It's amazing how easy it is to give counsel and suggestions for certain problems and mistakes and all of a sudden realize that I make the same mistakes and face similar problems for similar reasons, and of course, when I do, I don't keep my own counsel or heed those suggestions...
It's even more amazing how many parts of myself I see mirrored in my special one. And the most amazing part is how much, in spite of my mistakes and faults, in spite of everything I hate about me, how much I feel utterly loved, so much, actually, that it almost scares me because it feels so absolute, so powerful, so pure that I sometimes feel overwhelmed by it really, wondering how I deserve this or what the price might be at some point. Wondering how long it can last, and hoping it can last forever.

If nothing else, the price is mortality.

In other news, you know you're sorta obsessed when, hearing Dido's "Life for Rent", you always understand "but if my life is forfait..." Then it is forfait!
You also know you're obsessed when some stupid Númenorean by name of Erundur starts to take over. He was originally some really minor character showing up at some point of my never to be finished fic, and now he wants his own story told, bloody idiot. And I don't have the time nor the brain space I need as it is.
(maybe some partitioning would be in order?) *cough*

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( Und sein Herz ward geheilt und zerschlagen erneut/ mit neuem Leben und neuem Leid... )

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