While present, so beautiful a thing to behold. The delicate nature of love. So much caution. So much wrecklessness. So much fear... Never deeper in me. Never more true or real. Risk to not be good enough. Risk in forever cast away. Risk of hurt like we've never seen. For all the pain, inspite of myself, for what I learned, gained, realized.. For the gratitude of the chance. For all the flaws that came so natural, so too does this somber-sweet perfection.

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