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Do you know who I am?
  For so very long you have searched for me, longed for me, and mistaken me for so many others.
But there is not another as I am. I have been made unique, as have you.

I have a disguise though, so I am not seen for all that I am.
I hide in plain sight, visible to all, but never beheld.
I feel I must continue this charade, this pantomime.
For to be seen as I am, would be more unbearable than not being seen at all.

You've known about me all along.
  I am one that writers have written about for ages.
I am one that you would sit and dream about at night.
  I am one who listens between the words, between the heartbeats, listens for what you truly want to say.

I hear the words unspoken, feel the tears cried in solitude, know that sigh of longing.
  You're not the only one to have felt the strain.

Those moments when all of creation sings a song that only you can hear.
  When God Himself is orchestrating the tune, and the beauty of it can never be conveyed with mere words.
When a picture can not do justice to what you see before your eyes, and in that moment all you want is someone to share it with.
  But honestly, Someone, simply will not suffice.
I too have had those moments, known that hunger, desired your presence to be there with me.

I have been told that there are many fish in the sea.
That there are a myriad of possibilities for us all.
Not just one that my heart longs for.

But truthfully, one is all I seek.
One who is not on a pedestal, though I will always treat her as she was.
One who may not be royalty, but she will never know it by my actions.

The illusion of my subterfuge is easily penetrated.
  One must see with the heart, and all will be revealed.
Right before your eyes.
   Surprise

Description
Do you know who I am?
  For so very long you have searched for me, longed for me, and mistaken me for so many others.
But there is not another as I am. I have been made unique, as have you.

I have a disguise though, so I am not seen for all that I am.
I hide in plain sight, visible to all, but never beheld.
I feel I must continue this charade, this pantomime.
For to be seen as I am, would be more unbearable than not being seen at all.

You've known about me all along.
  I am one that writers have written about for ages.
I am one that you would sit and dream about at night.
  I am one who listens between the words, between the heartbeats, listens for what you truly want to say.

I hear the words unspoken, feel the tears cried in solitude, know that sigh of longing.
  You're not the only one to have felt the strain.

Those moments when all of creation sings a song that only you can hear.
  When God Himself is orchestrating the tune, and the beauty of it can never be conveyed with mere words.
When a picture can not do justice to what you see before your eyes, and in that moment all you want is someone to share it with.
  But honestly, Someone, simply will not suffice.
I too have had those moments, known that hunger, desired your presence to be there with me.

I have been told that there are many fish in the sea.
That there are a myriad of possibilities for us all.
Not just one that my heart longs for.

But truthfully, one is all I seek.
One who is not on a pedestal, though I will always treat her as she was.
One who may not be royalty, but she will never know it by my actions.

The illusion of my subterfuge is easily penetrated.
  One must see with the heart, and all will be revealed.
Right before your eyes.
   Surprise