My predicament is this,
I, too, have hopelessly fallen in love with a young Quarian,
Hear me out,
I live on Rannoch as an Engineer,
As well as the person of which my affections are directed at,
helping to rebuild their fallen cities,
And return them to their lost grandeur,
My heart still beats for her as I write this.
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I remember how we talk to one another while we work together,
Toiling in the heat of Kaeli'Steiz,
Her giggle resonates through my entire head,
Her playful manner fills me with joy,
so abundant, that sometimes I end up crying from laughter,
Her motherly, caring manner always cheers me up when I am cut low,
Even though,
I sometimes catch her gazing at me discreetly,
Before quickly turning away,
Realizing that I had noticed,
But, this only serves to puzzle me further!
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I have loved her like this for a year,
My emotions for her,
bottled up inside like a raging current,
swirling constantly like the sea.
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I needed to tell somebody about her,
How I felt for her,
If not, I might've combusted from the explosive secret I was guarding,
Kept under lock and key at all times,
Stationed with guards at every exit,
Of which, I was the warden.
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I told my family,
Namely my Mother and Father,
and eagerly awaited their response.
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The response I had been eagerly awaiting,
Was one of alarm.
Many a person still feels hostility towards Quarians.
I realized from that message,
that my parents were the same.
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They called her a, "Forbidden Fruit,"
And, without a single thought of consideration,
proceeded to slander her race.
They called my love unnatural,
That I should find a women with whom I could bear children with,
A Human woman.
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I furrowed my brow in anger as I read the message,
If it were a letter,
And not an email,
I would've crumpled up the letter, and if possible, lob the parchment into a fire,
I did the next best thing,
Simply erased it,
Never to be seen by my eyes again.
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They just don't understand,
I don't want anyone else,
Be it Human, Quarian, or any other race,
I want her.
I've found the woman with whom I wish to spend the rest of my life with,
Why should it matter what race she is?
Or whether we are capable of reproduction?
I love her.
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I love her,
She is my North Star,
My internal compass points to her and only her.
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I love her,
She is a precious jewel,
trapped inside a stone of metal and cloth.
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I love her,
She is the light at the end of my tunnel.
The sun which lights my sky.
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I love her so much.
What am I to do?!
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Signed,
Karl