He came into my life like a force I couldn't stop. Effortlessly I felt him deep in my lungs like the breaths I've never taken. He snuck into the depths of my being. I found him growing through me like the rose that grew from concrete. He hid in the curls of my hair, he hid in the tingles of my spine and the laugh lines in my smiles. He hid in-between the creases of my hands where I'm sure a fortune teller predicted he was for me. But was he or was he not it does not matter. It all happened so slowly yet so quickly. So many thoughts shared yet no feelings confessed he was what I wanted and want. So foreign yet so familiar he somehow felt like home. A home I had never met, a home I did not want to leave. But I know better than anyone that people are not things we keep. People do not belong to us. This I know and one thing is for certain- that if the moon forgot to wake and the waves forgot to meet the shore, that I would stand still in time with him, & if there ever comes a time in the world where people and things belonged to one another, I think I'd be his, and he'd be mine.
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