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But what if it did....
This will never work out This relationship will never last This couldn't possibly fulfill me over time
But what if it did...
What if the kisses rained upon you in the early days drenched your heart and soul and created the fertile ground for love to grow What if every day you woke up and the kiss upon your forehead meant I love you just a little bit more today than I did yesterday and not quite as much as I will tomorrow What if every ounce of love and time and passion you expend upon another is returned to you in boundless abundance
But what if he did...
He isn't going to stay this enamored with you He isn't going to love you like he loved them He isn't going to stay
What if he sees you at your absolute worst most boring apathetic lazy self and looks you in the eyes and say I love that too What if you are not the first love or the second or third or fiftieth love but instead are the last and forever love What if he wakes up every day for the next 50 years and rain or shine or death or dullness he whispers into you brain "I choose you...today...everyday...."
But what if you are
I can't be vixen muse nurturer and Valkyrie I'm a dabbler a copycat a tinker a hack but never a poet a scribbler a scribe
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