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I want to be the one person who can make you happy everyday…who can put a smile on your face for no reason at all. Who can pop up on your mobile with something silly or endearing that can light up your beautiful face, and brighten your day instantly that even on your darkest days will remind you who is there for you no matter what. I want to be the person you can confide in, whether it be your darkest fears, or wildest aspirations, I want to know all of who you are, every fascinatingly gorgeous detail. I want to take you to extravagant places around the globe or just to the local zoo and explore together. I want to relax with you after a strenuous day and watch Star trek, or play some video game together, while wrapped in each other’s loving embrace. I want to surprise you with exotic and fantastic flowers, complex tea blends, and tickets to symphonic performances. I want to compose music for you so beautifully that when heard it will inspire you. Wherever it may be, I just want to be together, we can study our thesis’ in the park and discuss ideas we both have for our respective field; genetics or biochemistry and composition or game theory. I want to invite at attend costume parties, or masquerade balls, and dance the night away in each other’s embrace…. while looking upon the night’s sky stargazing with the imagination to one day traverse the galaxy. Except that I do and want to do once more, to gaze upon your eyes and see the nebulas and galactic formations in your celestial eyes. I want to explore new and classical composers similar to the ones we both already know and love, to find new pieces to love and adore together. When the weather turns brisk, I want to lay with you by an open fire in a warm embrace reading Harry Potter or The Lord of the Rings and drinking a warm cup of a new blend of tea we found somewhere in the world before heading off to dreamland. I want all of you, I know that we had our darkest time, pushing each other way because we both were in so much pain, but that’s in the past. I don’t care what others think of me, never have, only what you do matters most to me. I love you for who you are, flaws and all, and I thank you every day for making me want to be a better person.

I I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   
secretly, between the shadow and the soul. 
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I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries   
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   
from the earth lives dimly in my body. 
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride: 
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, 
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

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Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII”

 

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