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This is how you love

You laugh until your diaphragm tightens, you

soften, you lay back

Hesitantly

You allow the Earth to rotate without questioning

it or its axis

You say you believe

His chest feels like a mattress, his hands are face

mittens

You compare this to nothing

What could possibly be better?

This is how you love

You meet the honeymoon phase and call her

forever