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We moved fast, and we ran deep.

It felt like finding each other all over again.
And this time, we didn’t want to let go, again.

I knew what I wanted.
And the more I was with him,
the more I wanted it to last.

If someone asked,
"Why him?"
I wouldn’t have a clear answer.

Sometimes it was the peace.
Sometimes the ease.
Sometimes the way it felt like enough.
Sometimes, there were no words at all.

When I asked for the best to come find me,
only when I was finally ready—
he came.

And he became everything
I had written at the start of the year.

He answered what I had been restless about,
and questions I didn’t know I’d been asking.

He brought back something
I thought I had lost for good.

I loved who I was when I was with him.
And I loved that he was there with me.

There were so many little moments
quite and fleeting,
that made me look at him
and silently pray,
“If he’s the one,
please let him stay.”

But I also knew, I was never ready
for what would happen,
if the answer turned out different.

Still, even with all the fear,
I was just grateful to see him again.

Because somewhere in my heart,
I was already hoping
that this time,
we might stay
just a little longer.

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