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I almost lost you the moment we met. 
I've been so jaded and numb until this point.
Our initial interaction was average.
I didn't see it at first.
I was letting you slip away.

But you saw it.
You saw what we were to become.
Letting me drift a bit but never very far,
you brought be back. 

It was simple,
Hello.
Hello...
I'm trying to convince myself this could still work.

That was the start.
The beginning of our love story.
Endless conversations,
Constant laughter,
The connection I've been yearning for.

It's the story you hear about and wish it happened to you.
This story was mine.
The love story that I've always was envious of,
Was mine.

This beautiful man was mine.
He was someone I wanted to experience everything with,
I want him by my side through it all. 
















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