It's magenta.
It's hot and cold at the same time.
It's goosebumps triggered by a single thought.
It's conversations without purpose.
It's ridiculous facial expressions.
It's inside jokes.
It's showers so long the water turns to ice.
It's butterflies that last for days.
It's not taking poetry seriously.
It's noticing the little changes.
It's appreciation in every form.
It's silly haircuts you dream about.
It's art.
It's passion.
It's absolutely perfect without being anything at all.
It's how my heart breaks every time he goes.
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