Our intimacy
could never be explained,
interpreted, or articulated
to even the most thoughtful
of scholars.

You have seen the worst of me —
the most unlovable parts;
the overwhelming darkness and
the underwhelming pessimism —
and accepted me for who I am,
who I was, and who I will become
by your side.

Your soul has witnessed parts of me
that even I am glad not to know,
and yet here you stand...
strong and firm —
yet gentle and graceful —
in the eye of each and every one
of my destructive storms.

These broken, tired hands
would have never built a thing
were it not for your
irrevocable love.

I am thankful for you.
I am deeply in love with you.
I am not me
without you.

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— © think twice