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I ask you why you love me
not out of insecurity, but to understand
what you see when you look at me
the thoughts in your head
the things that make your heart flutter
like the butterflies that make you think of me.
I ask you why you love me
often out of honest disbelief, confused
by the ways our backgrounds don't mix
the different stages of our lives now
by all of the ways we don't line up
or don't make sense together.
I ask you why you love me
as a search for answers,
a reassurance that this makes sense.
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