I love you like the ripples that form in your coffee when you blow on it; like wind and waves, always moving in the same direction.
I love you as if this is the first time I've loved; like I was meant to fall as a raindrop falls straight to the ground.
I love you like unfinished or incomplete sentences, like misplaced punctuations or inappropriate pronouns.
I love you along with the existential perplexities of our youth, the questions and answers to life.
In a parallel universe, in another lifetime, I am still yours. I will love you for as long as I can.
05/08
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