You walk into the room with a sense of familiarity, as though you know me, as though you’ve been here before. Who are you? This person that feels comfortable in a seemingly strange place. Are you someone I should know? Are you someone that knows me? Have we ever met? If we’ve met, did we like each other? You seem like someone I would like. You seem like a person I would want to know. Do I know you? Come closer and let me look at you. Your face is warm, your smile familiar. Your touch is full of love, your eyes full of longing. A longing for something, someone, a time past. Is it? Could it be? Yes, I remember. We danced in the moonlight, we loved in the sand. It’s you, isn’t it? You are the one I agreed to love, honor and cherish just yesterday. It’s you, the one I said I would care for in sickness and health. It’s you.
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