Loving you was wandering,
into chaos and calling it beautiful.
Loving you was seeing things for the first time and seeing them whole;
the pain, the scars, the faults,
and knowing that they are perfect.
Loving you was loving everything that is wild and free.
Loving you was the breath before the laugh and the
sadness in every falling tear.
Loving you was maddening, and perfect and maddeningly perfect.
Loving you. Yes you.
Thanks for reading, this means a lot to me, your friend Zahra.
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