I thought I was broken
So I made a quick run through the continent
Expecting myself to become different
You reminded me I didn’t need to be what I hadn’t
We don’t finish each other sentences
Talk mostly in past tense
Pretend there is no pretence
Presently, I still enjoy your presence
Asking whys, giving advices
Wonder why I was shy
We could have talk till sunrise
You cook a dish and I’ll make the rice
Is there such a thing
Like loving without having?
Maybe we can call it
Something like love’s next of kin
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