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i always loved seeing him.
i always loved being around him.

even when he would have a bad day
and smoke his problems away.

it still meant everything to me all the same.
his company was all i had and there was no one to blame.
and i never once felt the need to complain.
sometimes i feel he's the only thing keeping me sane.

my mother didn't want me anymore.
but he was my always my open door.

he was all i had left at happiness.
he made my heart flutter under his soft caress.
he relieved my stress.
he never made me feel less.
even when my mind was a mess.

i never thought i would fall for him.
his hope of living happily was dim.
how could someone who had fallen down the same hole be good for him?

but yet i still noticed the signs.
i didn't even have to read between the lines.

he looked at me like i was his world.

and i looked at him the same way.

because he was.
and he always would be.

i love him.

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