You.

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You, the sole reason I willed my eyes open every morning.

You, the only one I willingly alowed myself to believe in.

You, the witness of my every failure, my every triumph.

You, who shot my heart to the moon and back every time you shot a glance in my direction. 

You. 

Yet the existence of you is still contradictory. Still paradoxical.  

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