It Really Doesn’t Make Any Sense

No, listen, it’s like all my happiness is growing from the center of your collarbone, and I don’t have any idea what to say when people ask why I love you so much except that when sunlight illuminates the specks of dust in the air, I recognize your dimples and the pores of your skin and somehow you sleep next to me at night, and the feeling I get when I wake up after enough sleep is the same feeling I get when I run across pictures of you.

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