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I don’t know what to call what it is that I feel about you. All I know is that I want to know what you have nightmares about and how you got that scar on the bridge of your nose, and I want to know why you all you want to do is get the hell out of this town and I want to know what you look like on Sunday mornings when rays of sunlight peak through your window and paint your face with light. I want to know what makes your heart stop beating and what makes your throat close up and your eyes water. I want to know your favorite childhood memory and if you’re close with your little sister. I want to know who your first love was and if they broke their heart or if you broke theirs. I want to know what your favorite movie is and how many times a month you’ll watch it, and I want to know what you think about when you’re drunk and what you write about when you’re lonely. I want to know why you look off into space sometimes and if you’re looking for something or someone. I want to know what starts a fire in your heart and what you think the reason is that the universe created you. I want to know why you laugh and why you cry and why you smile and how deeply you love. I want to know you.