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I didn't walk away the night after we met wanting you because I thought you'd be a good project,

    "I can fix them, I can heal them" etc. bullshit.

I just recognized that my heart met yours,

    side-by-side on parallel roads to some sort of recovery.

Different roads, different clothes, different bodies,

    but we matched.

Our voices go back and forth

    between matching melody 

    and clear harmony,

weaving currents through a jetstream.

I will come back around to you every time.

Every time.