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For Jack, With Love


You didn’t have to be my friend

At first you weren’t

You would talk to me when you noticed I was fading out of a conversation

 or was unceremoniously left out of a conversation

 I think you felt guilty

 

 But then something changed

 We had things in common

 More than expected

 More than either one of us expected

 And then a bond was formed

 Something deep and pure

 

 Not clouded by the opinions of those around us

 Not affected by the drama around us

 Accident is what brought you into my life 

but for some reason, you’re one of the few that has chosen to stay

 

 Jack, you are something else that is entirely new to me

 You are quick wit, dark humor, and bed head embodied

 I can’t wait to see where life takes us

 Hopefully it takes us far…

 

With love, 

A
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AlexisBerrier

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Lovewhat
<p>Nice love adventure</p>

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