Exist, Wonderfully.
I once met a man who’s very presence sent my mind into a frenzy;
his words calmed the storms that raged within my heart,
and his laughter was the flame that lit a fire in my soul.
I fell in love with the way that his eyes crinkled when he smiled,
and the way that his bottom lip quivvered a bit
when he spoke of something about which he was passionate.
I fell in love with him, and the way that he existed.
I have yet to find a thing more beautiful.
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