Love is when two people believe that the other one can strengthen their own genetics for the next generation...
I never said it was meant to be romantic.
But for the romantic part
She likes me for me, not because I sing like papa rotti or because I'm such a hottie... sigh
...
I like him for him, not because he can reach inside my head
and take my thoughts and phrase them in a way I've never said
But for him!
For his magical precision, his cosmic intuition, and the light into the world in which he sheds
And I'm so glad I found him once again.... once again
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