sometimes i feel like we know little about each other.
other times, i feel like we've come a long way.
most of the time, we do not know more than we care to, and care too much about what we do know.
i feel at home with the kind of love we have, strangely content, my restless heart is rarely at peace.
because you know what? if this isn't it, at least i got here.
and if i have to start over? i will be okay.
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