that when i don't think about you,
you came.
everything carries me to you, air, butterflies, wind, aromas,
were little boats that sail towards those isle of yours that never wait for me.
so i guess we are for who we are for a lot of reason.
maybe we can't know about them.
but you see it for me.
my lack, my weakness. and sometimes my overage.
i don't have the power to change it for you. to make you love me like i do
but i can choose where i go from here.
we can choose where we step out from here.
and i can try to feel okay about them.
and i can make an impossible things for you.
happen.
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