maybe you're what i need. what i want.
maybe it's the scent of your hair. your chapped lips. your long eyelashes.
maybe it's my soul crying out for its other.
maybe i see you as a new beginning; a new, new life.
maybe you're my hope. my opportunity. the change i've been waiting for, needing.
i want it to be perfect, you know?
a butterfly does not begin so beautiful. yet you grew into one before my eyes.
i feel so confident, so at peace, so ready. i've never felt okay in my own shoes like i do when i look into your eyes; when you smile at me so soft, with unparted lips and creased eyes.
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