We are different
because we were entirely an accident.
For once,
the first time
in a long time
love was the last thing I wanted.
And then you came.
And you made me fall
because of who you are
not because of what I hunted.
It is you that I am in love with
and for that reason
this, us, we are real.
(But in all honesty I think you know that because it courses through every moment I spend with you)
I can't deny this anymore.
We wouldn't be trying this if it wasn't true.
With love, Beau xx
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