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I think of you differently.

Different than the other that is.

I think of you as mine.

Unique, yet perfect together.

Two puzzle pieces if you will.

You'll eventually find the perfect piece.

And maybe I have found it.

Or maybe not.

Things change every day.

Unexpectedly sometimes.

Sometimes against your will.

But thats why I think of you differently.

Because you don't change.

You stay you.

Which is perfect for me.