Well hello; if that is not poetic, then what. I will paint a map leading to my heart on the back of your hand; that way when you say; you know this universe like the back of your hand; You'll find me; or maybe when you reach and grasp the sun for warmth and light when your lost and alone; you'll see that map and remember exactly where I am. Is that better? Maybe I live within those walls you vigorously built around your heart to protect yourself from pain. Maybe these same walls you have constructed are the reason the fear will not escape. I am acquainted to both as close to them as unsuspectingly close I am to you. Please do not give me words. Let your body language speak and listen to my thoughts. What do you know about that? What do you know about restless nights; relentless love; resilient maybes because lately as a matter of fact; I've seen a love so unconditional; scared by conditions. We do not have a choice in whether we get hurt or not in life, however we do have a choice in who hurts us. It's better to feel pain than nothing at all. As fragile as I may be with faults as far as you can see; I choose you.
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