She was a lover of neither men nor women…
But rather a lover of souls…
She loved, and loved deeply, each person whose soul had touched her…
Whether incredibly intensely, or ever so brief and gently…
She fell intimately in love with everyone who had lent or given a piece of themselves to her…
She yearned not for the physical touch of others…
But for the closeness of hearts that loved her in return…
She saw not bodies, and had no shallow, false image of beauty…
But instead, when she looked into others’ eyes…
Filled with wonder and brokenness…
She saw breathtakingly beautiful hearts and souls…
She still cared deeply for those who had hurt her the most…
Because she saw people deserving of second chances, and forgiveness, and love…
She saw not human beings…
But angels who might save her spirit…
Or her theirs…
And she loved…
She loved each of them…
With ALL of her…
You Are My Stars 