i love parts of him.
i love the part of him
that will tell me
stupid jokes when i'm sad
i love the part of him
that tells me i'm talented
i love the part of him
that loves music
as much as i do
i love the part of him
that's feels familiar,
like i've known him forever
i love the part of him
that makes me excited again
but i don't know
him well enough
to love him.
and he doesn't love me.
this is not love.
but i really don't know what it is.
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