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I always come back to you.
I pretend these words will find you,
in good spirits, and strum to the tune of the heart I once knew; the one in perfect accord with the rhythm of mine, the one cradled within a place of which no other shall ever share. This notebook spills over with an incorrigible love - the story you filled me of so long ago when we were but young and fragile lovers free of all worry except for that of each other. I’ve searched the depths of my being and always trace the root of everything back to you.