When I say I love you, it shifts in the silence to I know you. (I adore you, you delight me. More please). I love you feels perhaps too superficial. I know you seems deeper somehow. Like there’s a bond that already exists. And I am reminded of the idea: I belong to you.
“Lover’s don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along” -Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi
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