TO YOU: Who made me see things I could never see alone.

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it: the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you in half. I didn't know, don't know about the in-between bits: the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

-- Like Crazy

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