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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.

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One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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Connection Day Feeling Oneself Reason
We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
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Break Each Other Finding Lover Myself Thinking World Worth
Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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Determination Life Love Relationship Yourself
Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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Be Yourself Herself Identity
But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
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Flaws Love Myself
To never do the things I’ve done that once had led to my undoing.
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Action Destruction Myself Work
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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Difference Different Existence Feeling Impossible Known Love Myself Place Remember Smile
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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Build Leave Mess Myself Wall
But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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Finding Happiness Herself Time
For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Death I Love You Relationship
And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
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Change Myself Prediction Sick
And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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Burst Cloud Moments Oneself Rain Storm
I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
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Break Up Explanation I Love You Myself
It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
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Believe Blessing Curse Learning Yourself
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk

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