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it's easier to live in the idea,
to say it would be perfect,
but it can't be.

to meet at night,
walk a mile together,
fall in love,
make promises to each other's
childhood dreams
of first sight bolts and flames.

to think we are dying
on the altar of an ideal,
sacrificing ourselves
in the pursuit of what
we truly deserve,
of nothing else than
our close-to-be soulmates.

year after year,
ups and downs,
crusades followed by disillusion,
lucid dreams and much more lucid awakenings.

until i met you,
in the soups of our lives,
and we decided to cook one together
in the shining dark hopes of the winter nights.

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i love you
in many ways
and places,
inside of me
and in between,
and in the space
around us.

i love you
in feelings
and emotions
and half whispered words
that are born and grow
and change and mature,
as our universes clash
and our gravitational fields
learn about the opposing forces
that guide and rule each other.

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i love
your smile,
all the expressions your face can articulate,
your eyes,
your laugh,
your dishes,
your anger,
your feet.

i love
the textures you hate
and the lamps you need;
the patience
the struggles
the wisdom
the child.

i love
your colours
and the absence.

i love
your mind
your body
your fears
your soul
your problems
your energy
your loves
your traumas
your jokes
your wounds
your closed doors
your moments of forgetfulness
your perpetual memory
your secrets
your surrender
your pride
your cleanliness
your intelligence
your dirt
your seeds
your burns
your.

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You are.
And I.