Pinched between your pointer, your index, and your thumb.

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I've never met anyone like you before.

That's very cheesy, cliche, and bold, but...

I've never met anyone like you before.

I bet there's tons of you in the city;

Lil' poet boys, girls, and non-binary people spreading the message of love and pain in their art, music, and literature. The ones who love the smell of the earth, can get down to lofi and buy a kimono (looking thing) at a thrift store.

I know there's tons of you in the city.

In Boston especially.

Boston... where I'll be headed while you stay here working on your own dreams. The place where my life would finally start coming together. The place where I'll feel A sense of belonging with these lil' poet people.

I know you've met someone like me before.

I bet there's tons of me at the college you're attending.

Someone who is also a little poet boy, girl, or non-binary person that has too much love to give, too much time to spare, spreading the message of love and pain in their art, music, and literature. Someone who will smell every single candle in the store and run their fingers lightly across each fabric. Someone who will mistake china as a city and Asia as a country, then laugh it off and pretend it never happened. Someone who will spontaneously kiss you despite it being the first meeting because... well... who knows?