to: love that soothes

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i have always liked to compare things i love with other things that i love even when they don't make sense.

i think that's why i'd like to think that your voice are birds, floating in the sky, free and healing. your eyes would be stars. your fingers would be those pretty roads i passed every day when i was still living in my grandparents' house. your hair is my favorite candy that they don't produce anymore. i could hear your laugh and i will remember every treat my mom gave me every time i handled the session with my dentist quite well.

therefore here's to conclude all this non-sense: to love you means to put all the things i love and loved into one entity; you.