Of all the things I believe in, it is you that makes my world go around. At one point in time I would have crawled across the ground for a piece of sunlight; I would have pretended everything was God's plan and I wasn't who I was. But now I hold my head high and I just know - like I know my name, like I know that every breath in my body is for you - that there is hope written between the seams of my skin and fingernails and eyelashes. And this is what makes me bathe in your sweet sunlight; this is what makes me smile even though death knocks at my door. A chance to be with you and about you and for you is all I need to keep me happy to wake up tomorrow morning. A new day and a new chance to be wrapped in your arms. It is as if you have given me a new life - a life in which I can do everything I didn't have the chance to do before. And I'll say it now more than ever - more than anyone ever knew or felt or could even think with their riddled minds - I will say it proud, like I am saying it to a million and one universes that all sing the same tune.
I love you.
And I don't ever want to let you go.
I love you.
And I don't ever want to let you go.
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m69:
So who are you writing for?
m69:
Tell your girlfriend that it's not nice to laugh at my affliction...
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