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My love is like a bowl of free candy Everyone wants a piece of my love My sweet, sugar coated love My available, easily accessible love My abundant, overflowing love People take my love Some by a single piece And some by the handful But no one refills the bowl People take, and take, and
I don’t remember what life was like before you. It’s funny, because there were years between knowing everyone else and knowing you, and yet I can’t remember what those days felt like. Was I happy? Sad? Did I feel like I was missing a piece of myself? Like something world-changing was just beyond my grasp?