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her.

Sometimes words are hard, but sometimes they run, like a smooth river, that just, is hard to end. That's how I feel about this. I've rewritten it twice now, braiding together the right words in the right way. You're asleep right now, or trying to be. Enough about the time and place, let's get into the star of the show, you. You are, the fresh cover of a book, the pretty dark clouds —the ones that bring peaceful rain—, a sunset, a movie day, the feeling of fresh sheets, and swimming at night. You're an adrenaline rush, but also a melatonin pill. You're grounding. When I'm with you, a soul as warm and comforting as a blanket, I accept who I am. I don't do that, or at least I typically don't feel comfortable trying. Around you, I'm not guilty, or jealous, or angry. I'm just, me. Another little thing to note, you are, so pretty. I once told your sister you were one of the prettiest girls I've ever met. I never understood how you naturally could just be so beautiful, like you had danced in the moonlight, and not even notice it. I guess, maybe this is pathetic, but you were the person I wanted to be like when I was that dumb 6th grader with no friends. I'd never heard anyone talk down to you, but who could when you have a face like that? Too pretty of a girl to be disrespected. Enough of that, I just, really love you. Probably dumb, and said too much. But it's true. If soulmates are real, you are my platonic soulmate. My soul sister, my life. Fuck C******, if I have you, I'm fine. Okay, I think I said enough. I love you, like the stars and space. I love you like the Moon. 🤍