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Friday, September 20, 2013

Looking back, it looks as though I don't write about her nearly as often as I wrote about my past loves. But that isn't true.

I write to her. Because more than anyone else that I've been with, she loves my writings. They make her smile, they make her proud, and she loves seeing that part of me.

More than anyone else I've been with, I want to show her everything. And I do. 

And something about her and I feels a little more... real. Sacred. And so I can never quite find the words, unless I'm writing for her sole audience.

It's different. We'll see what comes of it. 

I do write about her though. Head over heels for a girl who loves my words. 

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