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It's five in the morning, and I can't sleep. I look at my lover occasionally, and my heart just...gah. Not feeling very literate, though I've never been one to be liberal with my feelings. I like moments like these. Just him, and, me. I wonder when we stopped being separate, and when we became you&I, when we became an us. Or maybe we've always been that way...
love you.
love you.