There are some things in this world, in your world too, that make miracles seem like the regular. And then there are things. Moments like gold. Like energy. And when I loved you. When I love you. I always love you. But when we loved each other. When it wasn’t miracles. When it was breathing. Slow and steady. Haphazardous. Fast and chest contorting. That’s when I knew miracles were ordinary. And you were. You are. Damn you really are. Extraordinary. 


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