I liked your words. I liked you in your words. I love the words you thought to choose. I think that matters most. Perhaps it will prove to mean everything. I wish I could word this less ambiguously. But life is ambiguous and I can’t find a reason why my words should be any different. I hope you can try at the very least to read through anything I have made purposefully difficult. See through anything I appear as—most of it is a mask to cover up my unbefitting nervousness inspired by expectation. But if one thing can be for certain, I read your words and they made me like you.
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