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Better with you...


I have never

needed you,

or anybody,

to make me

happy.


I am

perfectly

capable

and complete,

all on my own.


I am

the architect

of my contentment,

and I've worked

long and hard

to build this

sanctuary

of solace.


But the salient fact is...


You take

everything

I've built,

and you

make it

even greater.


You make

my happy,

even happier.


You are

the final flourish

of colour

on the masterpiece

of me.


All things,

are better

with you.

Always.

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