"he was, you know, all the things I wasn’t. And I was all the things he wasn’t.
he could paint circles around anyone; I can’t even draw a straight line.
his hand-it fit mine. And that’s what love is,
when your hindsight’s twenty-twenty,
and you still wouldn’t change a thing."
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