In my mind we're married, we've been that way our whole lives. We're retired sitting on a swing chair, your hair still smells the same.
With everything together, you and I were a story. I already knew the ending and hugged it close before we met. You are the pages, I am the words.
I could be happy just like this, did that make me a simple person? Yes maybe it did, but I didn't mind, I had always seen life as a circle.
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