because of

 

 

I swear I never felt more loved than the moment I

interrupted your story

 

for the fourth time

 

and you told me to shut up and listen

with a look that told me

if

you

interrupt

me

another goddamn time–

well, it won’t change a thing;

with a laugh that adored me

the way I adore you:

because of and

not despite.

 

 

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