I miss you, as if, your absence is my own absence.
I knew it was love when you introduced me to more of myself, just in your wonderful self.
I only knew I missed you when, for the first time in a long time, I felt not myself (unbalanced, off-kilter); yourself made it easier to be myself.
A buttress, of flesh and blood.
tear down, rebuild, repair.
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I think this is every kind of right.
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