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In this and all the other universes, I would love to end up with you.
It's nice when people talk to me about the random things in their life. I feel a sense of purpose, somewhat being useful, and the need to be there. I like it when I'm being myself, a listener, and I am somewhere I have to be.
You've become the story I want to keep writing– imperfect, unscripted, just... just ours.
I hope I make you feel safe the same way you make me. I hope I make you feel enough the way you make me. I hope I give you peace just like how you give it to me. I hope we're both patient enough to walk 'til we cross each other's paths. I pray to hold you close whenever it gets tough; especially when it gets tough.
I would hand her a dagger so she could pierce my soul before I even destroy hers.
You're more than a refuge; you're starting to feel like home. For there have been countless times when I wanted to escape. Yet, this is the very first time that I have a destination in mind.
Tomorrow, Sunday, I'll be on my knees again praying for her on our local church to not just be a chapter on my book. I want her name written on every page; from the day we met until the day I bleed my soul off this Earth.
There is something profoundly beautiful with the fact that you choose yourself everyday.
