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I want to be the chorus that carries you through the day.

What if we believed, even for a second, in the power of the universe, in the importance of following our hearts?

You are wonderfully made. Your body, your brain, your being—constructed in a way that’s beautiful, that’s breathtaking, that’s uniquely you.

Too long I have thought love waits
at doorsteps, at bus stations, at answering machines
with no messages, phones that don’t ring.

Call me crazy, but I truly believe there are people that want the same things as me—relationships that matter, intellectual conversations, dates and laughter, nights spent doing things together rather than just doing it.

I want to trace each part of you underneath my fingertips until I know, until I understand.

The freckles on his skin. Or the birthmarks, the scars, the little imperfections that he pays no attention to, that doesn’t think about. You notice these tiny things, memorize them.