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I love the thought of being with you,
of soft mornings together, quiet conversations over a warm cup of drink.
The thought of knowing that I am safe, having someone to come home to who
will welcome me with open arms when the day has been tough.
I love the thought of you feeling free to do and be
whatever and whoever you want to, to live your life, meet people,
experience the world.
Only to come back in the end and let me enjoy your stories and listen to your aches,
meet the people you met along the way and learn about the
experiences that have changed you slightly again.
I love the thought of you, of this person that is so
strong and clever, this person with all these
experiences both wonder and hurtful,
so very very human.
I love you,
sometimes that feels like too much,
and at times I have wished that I did not,
but I do.
I love the thought of being with you,
and a thought it will stay.