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I'm putting mirrors all along the walls of your room, just so I can surround myself with you. Your flaws are not flaws. Your body is a book and each cell is a page I can't wait to read. You are beyond angels and adjectives. Perfectly imperfect. Heart made with elements that clever men have not defined yet. Imperfectly perfect. Oh, my darling, have faith in love, if nothing else.
You are the first guy to have the ability to put a genuine smile on my face for the first time in almost a year.