I called, and you came:
Compact stardust wrapped in contradiction, filled with kinetic energy.
Before we knew it, I knew it…
I swear I could feel your head lying on my shoulder before you ever lay your eyes on me,
Invisible messengers ran ahead of you,
Giddy with my kept secrets – sneak-peaked from diaries, back-then-wishes-turned-to-here-now – leaking from the corners of their eyes,
They arrested me with tickles, and whispered, “Get happy.”
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