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On loving you,
I write down a lot of things
Most of them meaningless
scribbled on napkins or in the backs of notebooks,
Sometimes I look back on them
reimagine the moments captured,
This has left me with a timeline of us,
The first day we held a conversation,
Me, drunk out of my boots
Fumbling with words I do not remember,
You, kind eyed and laughing
Only knew patience
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