A page is torn and cannot be mended, but this page that is imperfect withholds in it a unique beauty, as if it was meant to be. You are meant to be as I am meant to be; we were meant to be, as this page is meant to be – perfect in all our imperfections. It was no coincidence that I should illustrate our imperfections on this piece of paper. I was attempting to bring you something pure, elusive and unearthly. I love you.
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