Austin
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I don’t think you were made to be understood by everyone.
Some people will look at you and only see the storm.
I look at you and understand why the sky had to break open.
They may notice what’s complicated. I notice what’s rare.
They may call you too much. I call you exactly enough.
Because somehow, before we were even close, before I had any reason to be sure, something in me recognized you.
Not as perfect. As mine in a way I couldn’t explain yet.
And now that I know you, I understand what my soul was trying to tell me.
You were never supposed to make sense to everyone.
You were supposed to make sense to me.
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