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You would worship me,

Not necessarily because I am worth it —

Trust me, I know that.

No, you would worship me because I am new

And because you are lonely.

And I know this worship will leave me feeling hollow and unsatisfied,

I know

It will not fill that hole

But I want it anyway.

He doesn’t adore me the way you do.

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I'm so grateful

“You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am.”

— William Chapman

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I would've written to you sooner, but I couldn't find a pen heavy enough for what I felt

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the way I held my own heart

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have I met you yet?

destined to chase sunsets in different skies.

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true intimacy

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Benjamin Moser, from her novel titled The Hour of the Star

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“I wonder if someone has ever thought of me so much at night that they couldn’t sleep.”

— Unknown

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“Why am I so afraid to lose you, when you aren’t even mine.”

— Unknown

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I’m learning this

“you will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you”

— Unknown

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It would be so helpful if you would see this

Savannah Brown, from a poem titled "Poet (derogatory)," featured in Closer Baby Closer: Poems

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It’s pure peace

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Fire from A Journal of Love: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1934-1937

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Written by the ones who came before me

And I know if it weren’t for them,

You wouldn’t be who you are

But it stings that they get the credit

When you’ve been mine all along

He's like a poem i wish i wrote

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My mind had long accepted that you would never be mine, but my heart, it still refuses to let go. It searches for you in every quiet moment, in every crowd, in every silence. It aches for your presence, desperate to be near you, to fill this empty space you left behind, a space that only your closeness could ever truly heal.

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My whole life is an echo of you

Ilya Petrovich Tchaikovsky, from a letter to Aleksandra Andreevna Assier featured in The Tsaikovsky Papers: Unlocking the Family Archive

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I can’t

"you say you love me but all i know is that you didn’t choose me"

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I think the universe made a mistake, letting me touch your hand and survive it.