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Loving you was wandering
into chaos and calling it beautiful.
Loving you was seeing things for
the first time and seeing them
whole: the pain, the scars, the
faults , and knowing that they are
perfect.
Loving you was loving everything
wild and free.
Loving you was the breath before
the laugh and sadness in every
falling tear.
Loving you was maddening, and
perfect, and maddeningly perfect.
Loving you.
(Poem by Ariana Love)