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To me you are art. With you, I don’t think about being comfortable or uncomfortable in my own skin. You love when I’m vulnerable, exposing all my fears to you. You have always been apart of my life. Whether you’re lyrics for a song, a classic fairy tale, a tempestuous adventure, or poetry. I’m starting to realize the therapeutic relief you give me. I can be emotional, energetic, quiet and sad, I can bloom through you.

“Who are you, when no one is watching or listening? Let me show you how clear reality is and let us paint a picture of something so complex and scarred…” When I ask you why would we do such a thing. Your reply was, “I am your truth, your mirror, your sweet nirvana. With all your errors and flaws, we will create something so beautiful that the sea will reflect our words instead of the stars.”