sometimes i think that i loved the way you made me feel more than i actually loved you. i loved the person you seemed to think i was; i loved the way you looked at me like i was a beautiful enigma. i loved looking at myself in your eyes, tiny and drowned in melted chocolate, too lovely for words. i loved how you made me feel like i was more than just another person. and maybe, for a time, i was more than just another person.
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