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PURE Sometimes, when the world isn't quite so perfect, I think of you because you are my perfect slice in this world. Certainly, existence is not always so pure, but you with me is about as damn close to pure as any one person could think possible. You always say that I am perfect not because I am "perfect" in the dictionary definition of the word, but because my imperfections, to you, are somehow flawless. This kind of confession is the pure slice you give me every time we talk, every time we breathe, every time we hug, kiss, touch. When I was a younger girl, I used to sit at my bedroom window and dream for a life like I have with you. I would pluck out stars to wish on for some kind of happiness, and my eyes would blur with so many tears that the moon's light really would look like a river. The happiness you provide me with is not what I was expecting back then. But I know now that this bliss is much stronger because when I am in your presence I suddenly know how to achieve happiness myself. Our relationship extends far beyond what time or space can constrain. You can bring me to my knees and cause my eyes to water with words that aren't even yours to copyright. You can catch my heart and make me breathless just by walking in the door unexpectedly. It is as if the world wasn't even real before you lit up my existence and made my life feel like the happiest and most tender _____ song. Face it, we rival all the classic love songs that also describe us. I will happily exist in your arms for the rest of my life. I love you forever. And a day.
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