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#becauseilovemyself


one thousand two hundred and ninety seven. 

thats how many miles you drove to me that day

and i had one thousand reasons for two hundred and ninety seven kisses you would recieve at the end of your trip

 

your smile, your drive, your big green eyes

the way your body radiates heat all night and keeps me warm 

like i have an active volcano in my arms and its erupting all night long

but instead of lava there is love

and its surrounding me and its drowning me

because ive never had that much of it all at once

but because you love me, you taught me how to swim in it 

and in the morning when you let me go ive learned to stay afloat 

 

i love your passion, i love your jokes

but my favorite thing about you is your chicken parmesean recipe

the one you very recently taught me that night that we made sangria and meatballs 

in my ugly kitchen that i cant stand

in the over priced rental that im still standing in

but that night it wasnt so bad

because baby your cooking made this house smell like a home

and your laugh makes it sound like one

 

because you love me i am never alone

because you taught me how to love myself, i am a stronger woman

because you taught me how to appreciate the good in my life, i am satisfied

because i love you, i am whole

because i love you, i will always feel at home.

 

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