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"You are the knife I turn inside myself;

That, my dear, is love."

- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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"all the things we could fear in this world,

and we pick love."

-umibe no etranger by kanna kii

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To be loved is to be seen,

but what does it mean to be seen ?

Is it knowing their favorite color,

knowing their coffee order by heart ?

Or is it knowing they have impurities beneath their skin

they dont dare to speak of?

Is it noticing the pattern of their speech,

the breaths they take in between each word their mouth expels,

and how precious each syllable they speak is so valuable?

Or possibly, I have it all wrong,

and true love is the act of cherishing

every unspoken word

and loving each undone action they never took upon me.