I think of you,
and the thought of you
leaving
makes me sad
you've made me happy
for as long as you've been here,
and I will always love you for
your mind and all that you are which
is an art like love,
one that can only be shared
between two people
but as I sit here
nursing
my thoughts of you like
delicate flowers,
I wont let the words
get in the way anymore of
what I've wanted to say,
so even if it's unrequited,
I've learned from you what it is to
love and accept gracefully and it feels good,
almsot peaceful
knowing I've never felt so pure.
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