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He is a thread in my stiching, but more a part of me than i. Pull and i unravel. He is the piece that keeps me together, vital; my peaceful slumber. A piece i long to keep, so for him I'll remain the same: Constant. Change remains unspoken, superfluous.This, deeper than those words whispered so sweetly, you are my blood as i am yours, yet this is deeper still.  To this puzzle im a small part, a single vain residing in you heart. love kills to truly break a heart. how would i live, you are the strength it takes for me to breathe, never-ending and vibrant. The mass that weighs me down and fills me up until theres no room for vacancy. volume without mass is a life half lived, empty dreams, and promises in multiples of -3. Thats why im by him side at any given time. I sits by his side and he lays his head on my thigh, I run my hands through his hair like im searching a maze, try to find a way to ease his mind. Its a overwhelming feel. I feel my purpose is fullfilled. I'm filled and spilling over.