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Sep 2013
I am not a writer.
I am not a poet.
I am neither fantastic nor great in anyway.
I am far from perfect.
But, what I am is completely human.
Being human makes for an extremely complex life full of things that many of us don’t understand. Being human does not make you entitled or stunning, it simply makes you human. It is what you do that will define your worth. Sometimes though, a person does not have to impress you to gain your affection. Maybe this is why I find you so remarkable- a complete miracle. Not a sign from the gods or a blessing- but a living, breathing, wonderful phenomenon. I don’t know why I love you, but I do. Maybe it’s something simple in the way you smile, or even the way the light reflects your eyes. Maybe it’s something hidden and rare. Whatever the reason doesn't matter, because right now, all the reason I need to love you is for being human. I simply love you for being that outstanding, one-of-a-kind, incredible you.
Jay
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