I'm a romantic
a pragmatist
a saint
a sinner
I was someone else last year
Yet also, I'm the same
Not wiser
Not stronger
tired of foolishness
yet often naïve
tired of therapy and of searching
I found the one I wanted
love, is hard to explain
it just is
a gem
a lodestone
a sentry to the soul
loyal, true, set in its ways
broken foolishly
restored carefully
beautiful
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