I had to enlighten myself about patience before I met you. I thought I knew all about love and patience. I knew, it just flew from my mine. My mind rebooted from the pain beat. I used feel nothing but pain, I used feel numb, I was a day dreamer. I met one, made him the one, but he wasn’t the one. I met two he didn’t feel like the one, so he was always number two. When one bungled, two eases. I loved my one, he was my one and only. I was patient, I waited for love, I waited for Careness and I waited for him. I expected alot to not being interested anymore. I kept going back one would even think, I’m desperate for one’s love.
Two. My tears are flowing to my pillow as I write this. Why now? I’m confused I have a lot of questions dodging away with their answers. I was me, two was two, and we was crazy, still. Took me a year and a few weeks to reframe the unexpected memories we had, the unconditional love we shared, and now we act like we are not here yet we think about each other every day. I know, I was an asshole. Two fell in to a deep sleep of love to wanting to wake next to me every morning. An hour felt like a minute but every moment was worth spending it with you. I was myself, and he made it easier, it felt home. I felt like I’ve been knowing him for ages.
I had fallen deep. My two to one, he’s my one. I love you.
What a beautiful Mess!
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