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I love you. I love every part of you. I love every piece of you you love, every piece of you you hate, every piece of you you haven't discovered yet. No one looks at the stars, the small ones, the off white ones, the ones that burned up millennia ago and only leave us their whisper, and hate them. I don't hate them. I don't hate you. I love your perfections and imperfections. I love the scars that line your body, I love the freckles that coat your shoulders, I love the stretch marks that cover your thighs. I love your whisper stars. I think you're beautiful. I think you're flawed. I think your flaws are beautiful. I love how you walk with such purpose. I love how you speak so clearly. I love how you're unafraid to speak your mind. I love how you cry when things are too hard. I love how you hug me when you need comforting. I love how you're afraid you'll say the wrong thing. I've taken in every part of you, watched you like a movie, read you like a book, I understand you like I understand a part of myself. I need you like I need a part of myself. I need you like I need a heart. I love you like you are my heart. You are my heart. You're strong, you're loving. You aren't what people think you are. That makes you all the more endearing. You're my heart. You're a reverse heart. People see the muscle, the strength, the fight, they see you as powerful, as scary. But I see the love, the hurt, the fragility. I see the you you've given me, and I hold it gently, worried I'll break it. You trusted me with this, and I opened my ribcage to you. You came in, trusting my bones to be strong, and found a place between my lungs, turning my chest into the universe, filling it with your stars. I'm devoted to your universe, you are my god. You created me when I created you. You found all my flaws and whispered I love them. I found all your flaws and screamed I love you. I love you. I worship you. I'm the type to take too long, picking every word like a bottle of aged wine, wanting so badly to be understood, taken seriously, I need the gravity of my words to drag you down like an anchor so you can see how deep my love goes. I worship you. I need my words to hit you like a bullet, all hurt and red, feeling too much, enough to drag you to hell and pull you back up. I worship you. I need my words to be the world, I need you to be my Atlas. Carry my heart. Don't drop me. Don't shatter me. I worship you. Feel my weight. Carry my words. I love you. I understand you. I worship you. I love you.