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An excerpt from Connor's journal;

When I first locked eyes with him
butterflies fluttered about unwelcome
unbridled, and unwanted within me
I sensed an urge and need for him
to come and comfort me
his eyes were deep swirling whirlpools
in which I drowned in naturally
I knew he wouldn't treat me as a tool
by how soft his words were, how fragile
he seemed
I knew, I just knew by staring into his
whirlpools that we would be
a team
an unbreakable bond would form
however coarse I may be
whatever situation or storm
we would overcome it effortlessly

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