Its funny to read all the poems I wrote about her before we were a couple.
Because they are as true now as they were then. I am a fortune teller. I told myself I was losing myself in her, and that I wanted to, and then I did, and then I was lost so much so, that the same questions resound in my head so many moments later... how much does the whale miss you?
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