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my love is like blindness, and it's sort of like a eulogy to my former self - the she that was lost and begging for a way to find herself. is that what he is telling me? his words resonate inside myself, and i am giddy as i hear them again and again, even in his absence. his words have become a part of me. he has become a part of me. it is like a reprieve from my own isolation. i no longer feel alone inside myself.

this is love, and this is beautiful.

I search for ways to show him. i know that he needs to know. he needs to see and touch the way that i feel. he needs to see with my eyes, the view that i have - my view includes him, and this view is beautiful.

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i need you to see what you have done. from my inside to me outside, i feel you in everything. you move in and out of my lungs like the air i breathe. you are my blood, you are my kin. as time ticks by, you are there - i have never been grateful for the ticks of time. i have never been so grateful for anything as i am for you. i have never been anything until you. i am nature, and i am more. and just like nature, my gift to him is this - nature's instrument which plays with a curious flourish".

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"Aviator, what can I say?
I need to put a stop to this right away!
I am a cat and you are a bee,
These differences are bigger than us, why can't you see?

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but i do see. i see everything so clearly. i see him, and i know i need to look for nothing more.
i see...