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.one.

an unknown feeling of adoration blooms
within me as i think of her; the beautiful,
bright girl, that i am honored to
have gained her trust, friendship, and
kindness while only knowing her for a
short time.

an odd feeling of home comes from her;
warmth, gentleness, and belonging. a
sense of yes, i am heard without feeling
heavy is something often felt with her.

knowing that my feelings for her once
strayed from what some would consider
'normal', but have ― maybe ― returned
to those 'normal' ones is something quite
relieving ― though slightly saddening ―
for the guilt i used to have intertwined
with them.

and now, i will continue to value the time
spent talking to her; for that, in itself, is a
blessing. a blessing to be able to know
someone so gentle yet so strong with the
life around her.

( lightly inspired by dodie's she. )