The ability to move and be moved by another person, to love and be loved, sends chills down my spine. To feel another's emotions intertwined with my own. The exquisite high of a touch, a smile, a moment, awakens my lungs so that they may breathe in the fresh surroundings you bear. I once was deaf to the voices of reason. I once was blind to the changes around me. But now, I take it all in. Like a newborn's first glimpse of the world, you have made me anew. Like my soul once sat partial, you have made me whole. Flesh on flesh you consume me. You take me as I am. Let me be only grateful to hold you in my arms while I am allowed to.

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