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09.02.11

So I've been told that I met you. And I know I must have, because I know you oh so well. You are significantly intertwined with my life. I know this must have happened recently and all of a sudden, and yet I have no recollection.

The thing is... I never noticed you stepping into my life. There was no big bang, no explosion of fireworks; you just slipped elusively into my life, embracing me, and I remained exactly the same. Perhaps that is what makes this so unusual. I've always rearranged myself, my furniture and my wardrobe to better suit whichever Him I was with. Yet, as I look around my small flat, I realize it's just how I put it after the last one left. It's me, with the tea-stained couch and the clutter of papers and that fresh scent of lemon lime that clashes so deliciously with its surroundings.

My bed is torn apart, with the blankets crumpled on the floor, but I don't need them because you keep me warm. You keep my cheeks flushed and my hair dishevelled. You make me love life. There is no doubt in my mind that I am more beautiful and more full of light than I ever was without you. I feel garnished by your presence. You make me sigh with my eyes closed, and kiss with my heart open. You play the strings of my heart like a harpsichord.

I hope you continue to orchestrate this ballad for the rest of my life, because it's the song I will never grow tired of.