I love you. I love you so much that it is probably to the detriment of my spirit, and I will always prefer you sleeping in bed with me, feeling your skin and hearing your breath, to you being elsewhere. I love waking in the middle of the night and feeling you there. It is a comfort of a primordial sort. When I wake in the night and you are not there, everything feels wrong.
I will love you, and I will waste away doing it.
If you didn't feel like that sometimes, then it wouldn't be love.
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