You asked me why. Do you really need to ask? Can’t you see it?
Can’t you look into that place inside, the place where secrets hide and hearts beat, the place where fears are kept locked away and dreams are sometimes left neglected, the infinitesimally small cabinet that holds the key to who we really are, that blindingly true part of us that is so scarcely, if ever, seen?
Unlock the cabinet and open the truth; hold it up to the light, side by side with mine and you will see that they are the same, exactly, entirely and perfectly the same, so identical that they could be one.
When someone speaks your name, a spontaneous smile spreads across lips, when I hear your voice, I feel cocooned and safe, when you reach for my hand, the world spins backwards on its axis, when you look at me in the silence, everything else fades away like a retreating tide.
Do you see it? Do you see it now?
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