My Universe

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This is my entry for #CLOYTOBER Day 2.

This is my love 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 to CLOY — my baby, my muse, the apple of my eye, my light in the dark, one of the reasons why life these days is supposed to be unbearable but somehow it's not.
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Dear Crash Landing on You,

When I first heard about you, I didn't pay you any attention. You had everyone wrapped around your finger, but I was too stubborn to be a part of that.

Then, one day, at a time when the whole world closed in on itself, I decided to let you in.

It was a fleeting decision, a sign that I was running out of things to do and looking for something new to occupy my mind

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It was a fleeting decision, a sign that I was running out of things to do and looking for something new to occupy my mind. I didn't expect it to be one of the best decisions I ever made in my life.

You kept me company for many days after that.

Then the days turned into years.

Like love, you were patient with me, and you were kind

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Like love, you were patient with me, and you were kind. Unlike many others before you, you didn't boast about yourself. You were humble in your silence and grace.

You protected me from so many storms. You were the shelter I came home to at the end of a turbulent day.

Even now, almost two years after we first met, you remain to be one of the few things that throw me a lifeline, something to hold onto when all else is failing me

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Even now, almost two years after we first met, you remain to be one of the few things that throw me a lifeline, something to hold onto when all else is failing me.

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