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I love you, Avery.
I love you, Avery.
I've been thinking about you all day even as many other thoughts crossed my mind. Even among the noises of everything and nothing at once, your voice remained the clearest, and I love you.
I love you, Avery.
I saw you in a dream (or was it a vision?) where we both met. I saw your face and I was enamored with who I saw: you. It was you and I was enamored with your face. Who's to say I am no longer enamored?
I see your face everywhere I go– a hyperbole, but it's true. I see your face in every little thing that reminds me of you, and it reminds me of how much I love you.
I love you, Avery.
I wish I could see you right here in front of me. Visions and dreams can only do so much but it doesn't elevate my desire to see you, to hear you, to taste you, to hold you, to feel you, to watch you, to love you, and everything in-between.
Am I selfish? Probably. I wouldn't be speaking of this if I were righteous.
I love you, Avery
And it is final.
I love you, Avery.
It is nonsensical.
But I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.