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And the mayhem was you...

You saw the mayhem, the chaos, and violence in me. 

You saw experienced the stress that no one could see.

You met me at my worst, but I smiled to hide it all.

You read between the lines and even saw what was hidden behind the wall.

You took me out of the darkness to show me the light I could never see.

That’s when I fell in love twice, life and you.

Things moved fast and beautifully, in fact, it was too good to be true.

I had my hopes high and you flew that length to keep them alive.

You never sugar-coated life for me, it was always a reality check to keep me firm.

You were never expressive but weren’t you the one to teach me how to look on the brighter side?

I remember how beautiful you looked that day, the day I was going to tell you about how I fell in love twice.
“I love you and I cannot imagine a day without you,” I said.

You smiled right back at me and said, “There is a difference between love and being someone’s habit.”
That sentence struck me like a lightning bolt. 

That day I gave up on all my habits so that I could differentiate between love and a tendency, especially a one that is hard to give up.

The mayhem, the chaos was now back in the form of you.

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