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I feel like with every breath and every smile, every diversion of the eye, I am taking you in. Your smile, your subtle, barely distinguishable face of happiness, your cool and collected nonchalance towards things you deeply care about. Your eyes, and the way they look, the way they perceive the world. Your arms, your strong hands, your posture. The more I see you, the more I absorb your figure, your appearance, your demeanor. I feel like you are like me, in more ways than one. Unafraid to take on the world, accepting every challenge that comes your way, independent and somewhat stubborn, not willing to have someone pull you back from your full potential. I wonder what you're like, beneath that skin that seems to strengthen itself with every move you make. I wonder if there is something about you that weakens you, even when you appear most strong. I wonder what it feels like to be you. I wish I knew you. I wish I could. And I do want to, so, so terribly. But you don't know, you don't know. I used to be relieved that you didn't. But I wish you did, now.