You’re familiar.
I feel comfortable and safe with you.
You’re like an old, worn-out, and faded
t-shirt that I’ve had for years.
You fit in all the best ways.
I never want to take you off.
You have drawn me in and beguiled me.
When I’m with you, there is never enough time.
I want to know every story, every secret, every scar.
I want to hear your random musings
and your thoughts on politics too.
I want to climb into your skin and become one with you.
You’re like coming home after a
long time away:
refreshing, breath-taking,
and absolutely
beautiful.
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