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Kristina Stangl Biography

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“First love comes and goes. It’s fickle in nature. They’re like the wind that sneaks up on you on a mid-summer’s day, only to leave before autumn sets in. It’s a transitional sort of love. It helps to prepare you for the next stage of your life. It exposes you to what love could be; but not necessarily, on what love should be or is. It gives you experience. Insight. A point of reference. And once gone, it leaves a lasting impression on you, along with sweet and bitter memories. But true love, that’s something else in its entirety. Unlike first love, true love has no time limits. It’s everlasting. It’s enduring. It comes out of the blue, but when it comes, it stays put. While first love might have been a traveling gust of wind, true love is the blossoming of a flower. It starts off as a seed, but in time, it grows to become something rare and beautiful. Something to be admired and cherished. But most importantly, it’s permanent, so long as you care and tend to it properly.”

“Right now, it feels as if my heart has been ripped straight out of my chest and I’m desperately gasping for air. But each time that I try to breathe, my body becomes paralyzed, and I no longer understand nor have any more control of myself. I’m lost and confused, and when I try remember as to why I feel this way, I’m once again, reminded of what I've lost and the pain only grows further deeper—to the point that every muscle, every blood vein, every tissue, every scar is further damaged, well beyond repair. Truly, I don't know how I’m supposed to cope with this despair. I long to see her…to touch her…to kiss her…to look at her once again in her blue eyes and tell her that without her, I am nothing but dust.”

“My fairest Daphne, Treasure of my eyes, Pearl of my heart, Whose beauty is as lovely, As a blooming laurel tree in spring, With eyes as green as sparkling emeralds, And hair as bright as a burning fire, At first sight, this fair maiden captured my heart, As she silently sat there, Reading underneath a laurel tree, While patiently waiting for her prince to come, One glimpse at her and I knew, That I was lost to her forever, Even in my curious green state, With nothing else to hold, But my lily pad floating above the pond, Alas, I understood, That she was the one, The owner of my beating heart, If only she but knew.”

“As he patiently observed her every move, from the flickering movement of her hair to the twinkle in her blue eyes, he privately thought to himself, that after years of waiting for a shooting star, he had finally stumbled upon a star of his very own in her; all the while, learning what his version of heaven looked like, here on earth.”