I wanted him to know how I was feeling. I wanted him to know with all my heart. But I didn’t want his conscious self to know. I wanted something inside him to know how I was feeling. I didn’t want to tell him. But I wanted him to know. I always wanted him to know.
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It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
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