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Lullabies
❝I barely know you, she says, voice heavy with sleep. I don't know your favorite color or how you like your coffee. What keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep. I don't know a thing about the first girl you loved, why you stopped loving her, or why you still do.
I don't know how many millions of cells you are made of and if they have any idea they are part of something so beautiful and unimaginable perfect.
I may not have a clue about any of these things, but this-- she places her hand on his chest-- this I know.❞
