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I taste ecstasy everytime your laughter and your breathtaking giggles in between words fill my ears and my body. The past few days I have devoted myself to finding myself but all I have seen at every corner, every turn, every place, awake and dreaming is you, your beautiful smile and those tender hands carrying excessive burden.  You get out of the circle of limits you've created for ourselves once in a while, and that time is my festival, my heaven, my 14th of august, my fourth of july, my new year, my forever and beyond. Everytime I pass through a mirror, may it be in the middle of the night amidst nothing, or in the middle of the day amidst all the rush and everything else in a shopping mall, I see fractions of you lingering through me somewhere. I never thought I'd use the word 'soulmate' for a person, but now I use it because it really does mean something. I am not alone, ever, and maybe that is the reason I enjoy solitude so much.

You know the kind of songs that become your immediate all time favourites after listening for just a couple of times and you realize right in that moment that you'll never get over those songs. Well, you are that for me, and much more. Maybe I have not been too blunt in my terribly written lines, but let me try to elaborate a bit. What I mean is that amidst an ocean that consists probably thousands of thousands of thousands of songs, I came across you and found you. How hard is that, and how rare are the odds, you tell for yourself. You don't realize it yet, but we are destined, we are written, and we are something that I'd never be able to put into words, and I am fortunate enough to say that it's all because of you. It's all you. There's the mastery which you exhibit just by the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you realize how your hair are marking the territory of your collarbones and then the way you tuck them away and then they attack again. There's that art I want with me every single day of my life, and more. The huge grin on my face so many people admire is because of one sole reason; the peace you provide me with your smile and your tears.

And while I aim to somehow close the tunnel from where the tears come so flawlessly, I have learned to love them and adore them so much that I am in love once more.

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