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Sometimes I wonder if the people furthest away from us
are the people who know us the most. Everyone seems to think
that love like this doesn’t exist with distance. But then
they don’t read their emails late at night, speaking to
you in secret coded words. They don’t see them in the
mornings when you’ve left the laptop running, and there
they are, asleep on the other side of the screen. And then
there’s you. With dewdrops in your hair, and a runaway
smile, and eyes brighter than diamonds, and the only thing I
can think about, is that I bet you smell like coffee on a
Sunday morning.