To The Lady on the Train,
I want your clutter. I want to hear you sing in the shower and while putting on your makeup.
I want the scent of you and the whisper of your movement drifting to me through the rooms.
I want to find traces of you in the most surprising of places and when I least expect it.
I want you to mess up my routine.
I want you to impose.
I want you to take up as much space in my life as you want. There will always be room for you.
You fit so perfectly and give me such happiness that I cannot properly express…
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