I am not envious I had somebody that I could speak to.
That's all.
She holds your hand and endures silences that take up your time. They have moments— It's more sensational talks about nothing that take up our time doing things that don't compare to what she does.
She comes first. She will always come first, not because I said so— because you've already set something up not in writing, just in thought.
I don't exist as in now I'm nonexistent
she exists
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