We meet again for the first time,

Your voice a balm on weary ears.

You speak as though you know and I suppose you do.

Then the sun rises and I still hear you.

You like to cook, and so do I,

To bake, and sing, and take long walks.

Who would have guessed the common thread

That binds us through the heart?

So odd, this feeling.

I know you, don’t I?

So connected, it happened when least expected.

Close enough to touch, to reach out and know you’ll be there.

That if I needed you would catch me.

You love me.

Now I know it.

And you know I love you too.

I finally understand where I come from.

And where we go from here.

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