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I tried to write something clever and romantic, maybe poetry, but you are occupying every crevice of my mind at the moment, and I cannot think of anything but you, and how you aggravate me so terribly much. You're crazy, and half of the time, I want to kill you, but, crazy or not, I'm amazed by everything you do, and I wish your strong arms were wrapped around me tonight. I think they would feel nice keeping me warm and protected, blocking out the cold night and the rest of the bleak world. Maybe we could runaway together. We make sense, you and I, and I can't think of anything I'd rather do today. Maybe you could take me away to a place with no expectations, no cares. Just a place with you and me. We could run so fast, the rest of the world wouldn't be able to keep up, and we could get lost in each other, somewhere, anywhere, maybe on a warm beach in a far away existence. Anything is good for me as long as I can look over and see you next to me in every moment, in every aspect of life and time.
It's possible what I'm saying is rambling, unstructured, random thoughts, but it works because all of this boils down to loving you, which I think I do. I think I love you.
It might not make a lot of sense to a lot of people, but it makes sense to me, and I hope it makes sense to you because you make this sad world a little bit happier for me each and every day, and I think that's the most important thing.