Isn't it crazy how humans
Were always made to love?
How our hands are shaped to cup one's face,
How the chin fits perfectly into the nook of one's shoulder?
How our fingers entwined with each other are shaped just the way for it, as if it was meant to be?
How our shapes almost morph into one when we embrace,
And how our eyes - oh, how our eyes are made to look at the one thing we love, how our pupils dilate, signaling we treasure it?
Oh, and how it hurts to lose it - this feeling, this warmth.
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