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like the kind of love where I find your imperfections nuzzled up to mine, telling them they are just right, that they make me whole. the kind of love where each time I look at your face I want to stop time and draw every detail, every inch of depth and complexity. the kind of love that doesn’t stop flowering in my torso, expanding my rib cage, electrifying my spine. the love that answers questions before they become questions. the love that allows me to stop pretending. that gives me more than I thought I needed. that wakes me up. that reminds me what I look like when I’m being honest. that shows me I’m good enough. 

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