I belive everything but I want you now. I love you for your absences. I love you for your mistakes. I love you for your imperfect body, your scars, for all your craziness, my babe.
I love your hands, despite the fact that because of them I don't know what to do with mine. I love your smile, and love when you're happy. I even love your bad mood. I love what you are and what you could have been. I love you when I'm happy and when I'm blue. I love you unending. I love when you make me laugh and I love you when you make my cry.
I love you even more when the memory of your face makes my heart beat faster. I love your for your the illusion you are and for your fool dreams. I love your crazy sense of right and wrong. I love you for the same old reasons and the new ones you give everyday - even though you don't know it. I love you when you say "hi" and when you say "goodbye". I love you from your toes to what I can't describe. I love you from soul to soul and more than words. But it's with words that I try to defend myself when I say that I love you more than the silence that comes in those moments we're not sure this feelings are real.
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