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The One That Is Getting Away

It's not often you meet someone
who’s danced through life’s fiercest storms,
each battle etched in the lines of your soul—
yet you shine, unburdened by imperfections,
piercing cloudy skies with a light all your own.
What's not to love?
Your passion, your unwavering commitment,
your bold sense of style...
And every delicate quirk that makes you, you:
the way your hair abides by the ratio of 1.618,
or your eyes—molten caramel, kissed by the morning sun—
each imperfection a brushstroke in your unique masterpiece.
Your presence calms the chaos like the hush of dawn,
gentle yet undeniably profound,
like the pause before the ocean’s wave,
a reminder that even in the midst of struggle,
you are whole—every scar and secret
adding depth to the beauty I see.
And while the distance between us may grow,
measured not just in miles but in the moments unshared,
know this: your challenges don’t diminish your glow;
they enrich it, making you the irreplaceable soul
I cherish, exactly as you are.
Before you slip away into the horizon,
I must say it—clear and unwavering:
I love you, wholly and without reservation.
Every imperfection, every battle,
has only made you more real to me—
and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
©biggymoore