You're everything I described in a journal I wrote years ago. You give me the feeling similar to that of a dream I never want to wake up from. When we hold hands, your aura tranquilizes the pain that grips my heart. I'm enamored by each touch that's promiscuous in its charm. The thorns of self-doubt and depression evaporate at the sound the words of affirmation that waltz from your lips to my lips. Confidence's twin - trust - embraces me like a warm blanket on a chilly winter's night, with the acts of service that you selflessly spoil me with. Though we tango in petty arguments through miscommunication, your love language is the signal draws me back to you without fail.
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