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I guess I’ve always known that I was on my own.

I learned to love it. Enjoyment found in each moment with just myself.

Then I met you.

The center of you, is the center of me.

How cavalier to attempt ignorance.

It’s like I can taste the intoxication, drip down the back of my throat.

Close enough feel you under my nails but not close enough to finesse you into a full embrace.

But, trying... tastes so sweet. Unavoidable consumption.

Existing in this abstract space is only possible because we are from the same place.

Laughter shivers from my feet, up my spine, and echos in my head.

Knowing you haunts my solitude.

Because although I feel you deeper than my bones, you’re always missing.

I’ve known you for longer than I’ve been alive. I’ve kissed you a thousand times. I’ve slept with my head on your chest, beating in unison with mine. I’ve thought your thoughts & dreamed your dreams.

Because, the language of my soul is the language of yours, and there is no place like home.