I used to have a head full of words at any given moment; a series of stories and memories that I felt so pressured to record before they disappeared into that vast nothingness that I've lost countless other things too. But I am wordless. I want to write what you mean to me, what this last month has meant to me and how much you have changed me but I can't find the words. I seem to have this limitless amount of words for the bad and for the frustrating but nothing for the blissful. I burn trying to describe sense of purity hidden in the taste of water and you are of the same nature.
I haven't been exactly sure of anything since the night that I met you and you changed everything I knew, but you are a man of minor miracles and I hope that you don't go anywhere too soon.
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