Three (S)

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Dear sunglasses,

I know you. I know better then you think. I know that you hair is best when brushed to your right. I know that you prefer deep conversations. I know that you don't like tuna but you are willing to make it because I do. Then again I know that you would do that for anyone. I know that you love reading and you like wine. I know that you for the most part live alone and that you are a daddy's girl but daddy's rarely home. I know that you get pissy when you haven't smoked or drank. I know you hate you life but you love it enough not to end it and don't care to change it. I know that you have a heart and a soul. I know that you have completely fucked me up and I just want to be with you. The you that you are with me. The you that I see. The you that loves everyone and wants to be outside. The you that is still a bit of a kid but has such a deep mind. Just you.

Sincerely, I know you better then you think.

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