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Our story is not like the others,

we write love letters to each other.

We fall asleep to each other's voice,

you hold my hand when I am scared.

we fit so well,

I never thought I could find a shoe that I am never tired of wearing.

We finish each other sentences as if our thoughts were intertwined. 

You are my middle,

as I am you're beginning

but will we end up together forever?