I choose you.
Just as you are.
Perfectly round, angular, decisive.
I choose your ridges, I choose your creases, I choose your dimples and your frowns.
I choose your infatuating giggles and your heart melting tears.
I choose your questions and your unyielding wonder.
I choose your pain. Your heart aching past, your terrors that should never be relived.
I choose your stories. Not the ones that chain you but the ones that free you.
I choose your home. Your heart. Your love.
I choose you Shereen.
I choose you.


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