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We may not be perfect. Actually scratch that we aren't perfect not even a little bit. But we're us wholly, irrational, goofy us. Full of love and a hell of a lot of laughter. We get each other most of the time and when we don't we do our damn best to understand. At the end of the day he's the only person I want to talk to the only person who without my days seem incomplete and who's voice always sounds like home. If that's all I have, even with the stress of being apart and lonely, I cannot ask for more.
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