Think of everyone you love.
I bet most of you thought of your lover first right?
Then maybe your children, your mother, your father, and so on.
What makes a lover so unique from everyone else?
Everyone else is somewhat in some way obligated to love you.
Like parents should love their child and as a child should honor their parent.
But a lover does not owe you anything.
Instead, he/she willingly and unconditionally chose to love you.
Just a wandering stranger who one day decided to stay forever.
Someone who is lovely and loving at the same time.
My Lover.
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By Abby Xiong3 years ago in Poets
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