Against all odds, it is still you.
All it takes is a stroke from you and I would snuggle back in your arms. You'd say, "See, you are the one who controls both our emotions," and I'd hold you closer and shake my head indefinitely.
It is when you hold me like a trophy on your arm, when you hug me from behind, when you (romance ninja!) pull me into a ballroom waltz; it is these moments that make you worthy of everything I can ever offer.
Happy birthday you darling man.
All we are is a string of personalities stolen from every single person we ever met.
All we are is a reflection of everything we have ever heard.
The universe hears everything we say.
Every word ever uttered will find its place in a burnt out star, nestled safely till its time comes. Your wish joins the skies with a million others, and will one day be called back to realize itself.
And I hope it will be me.
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