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I have been here, waiting for you to come back to me. I have been looking for you around every corner and in every face I see, but none of them are yours. So lately, I’ve been looking down.
You are the energy that runs the machine that is me, and I was programmed to love you. And yours was me, too.
You live inside my DNA. You are the one who breathes air into the dirt that was me, and somehow, I became alive.
You are my rib.
You are a sculptor of words, creating things so delicate and intricate that I am astonished by the things I once believed you wrote. You are astonishingly creative, and I would honestly love to see your words published someday.
Your mind is a cascade of differing beliefs, ideas, and perspectives—much like my own. And somehow, every time I see your face, you are even more beautiful to me than before.
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