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I see in you a thoughtfulness. Buried, perhaps, but there. And a gentle strenth. Deceptive, almost, but not quite. and Laughter. I see laughter, not always happy laughter, but the kind of laughter that happens when you see the joke... You never ask me to stay, but I always stick around. And you make me feel, but not bad. You're bittersweet. "I like pleasure spiked with pain..." like good chocolate. You've got something. Not especially good, but not too bad. Just Something. You're real. And I admire that. Honest too. And I appreciate that. And I am comfortable with you, the way one is comfortable on a one of those museum piece sofas with doilies draped across the back. Not uncomfortable, just not quite settled in. You know what to say and when not to say, mostly. I know you too well and just not well enough to understand. And perhaps, on a good day, with a fair wind, you are perfect. Most days though, you're you. And I love that.
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